More songs by Marcelo Rubio
More songs by ROBI
Description
Associated Performer: Marcelo Rubio & ROBI
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Marcelo Rubio
Associated Performer: ROBI
Recording Engineer, Composer, Producer: Pipe Bernal
Lyricist: Roberto Baez Moraza "ROBI"
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Lewis Pickett
A& R Director: Gaby Vilar
A& R Director: Txema Rosique
Lyrics and translation
Original
Solo bésame hasta que se nos olvide que no somo' el uno para el otro.
Estamo' claro que esto no está bien, pero es que no me quita el sueño que hablen de nosotros.
Bésame hasta que no nos duela.
No estamo' sobrio', así que tranquila, que hoy estamo' bien.
Mañana nos volvemos a odiar, mañana se me olvida que ayer echamo' un polvo y nos volvemo' a bloquear.
Mañana nos arrepentimo' de volverla a cagar.
Nos quedan medias de Santa Teresa, blone' en la mesa y par de fechas por recordar.
Bésame hasta que no nos -duela.
-Y mañana volvemo' a donde estábamo', hace pal no hablábamo'. Esta vez nos dimo' cuchara, chivi y era un paramor.
Si me vuelve' a mirar así, te voy a robar la key, aunque te haya' utiliz.
Si me busca', estoy aquí.
No va a volver pa'trás si subimo' de ski, pero la nota me da con pensar en ti.
La última vez me divertí, pa' darte más siempre un sí, yo soy DJ, David el Tí.
Así que espera, me mudo cerca, gasta las ganas que quedaron de reserva.
Si el momento se presta y recuerdos llegan, tranquila, que el brillo de mi cadena nos ciega. ¡Ra-R!
Mañana nos volvemos a odiar.
Mañana se me olvida que ayer echamo' un polvo y nos volvemo' a bloquear.
Mañana nos arrepentimo' de volverla a cagar.
Nos quedan medio zipa de cerveza, blone' en la mesa y par de fechas por recordar.
Bésame hasta que no nos duela.
Creo que es la primera vez que te veo con esos ojitos rojos y no es por llorar por mí.
Hoy te confieso aquí borracho de que en nuestro aniversario me comí a otra mientras pensaba en ti.
Yo escribiéndote canciones, tú dedicándome tweets con las frases de los tema' de Taylor Swift.
No somos Justin ni Selena, dímelo de frente, que seguramente -mañana, mañana nos volvemos a odiar.
-Mañana se me olvida que ayer echamo' un polvo y nos volvemo' a bloquear.
Mañana nos arrepentimo' de volverla a cagar.
Nos quedan medias de Santa Teresa, blone' en la mesa y par de fechas por recordar.
Bésame hasta que no nos duela.
Solo bésame hasta que se nos olvide que no somo' el uno para el otro.
Estamo' claro que esto no está bien, pero es que no me quita el sueño que hablen de nosotros.
English translation
Just kiss me until we forget that we are not right for each other.
We're clear that this isn't right, but it doesn't keep me up at night when they talk about us.
Kiss me until it doesn't hurt.
We're not sober, so don't worry, we're fine today.
Tomorrow we hate each other again, tomorrow I forget that yesterday we got laid and we're blocked again.
Tomorrow we will regret screwing up again.
We have Santa Teresa stockings left, blone' on the table and a couple of dates to remember.
Kiss me until it doesn't hurt.
-And tomorrow we'll go back to where we were, we haven't spoken in a while. This time we gave each other spoon, chivi and it was a paramor.
If he looks at me like that again, I'm going to steal your key, even if he used you.
If you're looking for me, I'm here.
He's not going to come back if we go skiing, but the note makes me think of you.
The last time I had fun, to always give you a yes, I am a DJ, David the Tí.
So wait, I'm moving nearby, spend the desire that was left in reserve.
If the moment lends itself and memories come, calm down, the shine of my chain blinds us. Ra-R!
Tomorrow we will hate each other again.
Tomorrow I forget that yesterday we got laid and we got blocked again.
Tomorrow we will regret screwing up again.
We have half a beer left, blone' on the table and a couple of dates to remember.
Kiss me until it doesn't hurt.
I think it's the first time I've seen you with those little red eyes and it's not because you're crying for me.
Today I confess to you here drunk that on our anniversary I ate someone else while I was thinking about you.
Me writing songs to you, you devoting me tweets with phrases from Taylor Swift's songs.
We are not Justin or Selena, tell me straight, because surely - tomorrow, tomorrow we will hate each other again.
-Tomorrow I forget that yesterday we had sex and we got blocked again.
Tomorrow we will regret screwing up again.
We have Santa Teresa stockings left, blone' on the table and a couple of dates to remember.
Kiss me until it doesn't hurt.
Just kiss me until we forget that we are not right for each other.
We're clear that this isn't right, but it doesn't keep me up at night when they talk about us.