More songs by Melendi
Description
Producer, Vocal, Associated Performer, Performance Arranger: Melendi
Composer, Keyboards, Performance Arranger, Producer: Andy Clay
Recording Engineer, Guitar, Performance Arranger: José De Castro "Jopi"
Drums, Recording Engineer: Miguel Lamas
Bass: Adrián Bartol
Producer, Performance Arranger, Keyboards, Mixing Engineer: Luca Germini
Composer, Lyricist: Ramon Melendi Espina
Composer: Roberto Sierra Casseres
Composer: Giovel Simon Casseres
Composer: Giovel Simón
Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer: Caco Refojo
Lyrics and translation
Original
No es una cuestión de tiempo olvidarte para mí.
Cuando tantos sentimientos se marcharon tras de ti.
Voy aullándole a la luna desde que te despediste.
Como siempre la torera con el mundo por montera.
Voy buscando una vacuna para esta balada triste de trompeta.
Fuiste mi musa, nena.
Qué pena, morena.
Contigo la lujuria es del pecado capital.
Y este mar que me ha dejado en llamas como Alejandría.
Marchándose y dejándome puesta la vía. Fuiste sexo en mis venas.
Qué pena, morena.
Eres veneno y arena.
Tú eres veneno y arena.
Qué pena.
Pudo ser cuestión de espacio o que no sabes fingir.
También puede ser que fuera tu manera de vivir.
Voy aullándole a la luna desde que te despediste.
Como siempre la torera con el mundo por montera.
Voy buscando una vacuna para esta balada triste de trompeta.
Fuiste mi musa, nena.
Qué pena, morena.
Contigo la lujuria es del pecado capital. Y este mar que me ha dejado en llamas como
Alejandría. Marchándose y dejándome puesta la vía.
Fuiste sexo en mis venas.
Qué pena, morena.
Eres veneno y arena.
Tú eres veneno y arena.
Qué pena. Qué pena que te fuiste con la música a otra parte.
Qué pena da el silencio. Qué pena da olvidarte.
Qué pena dan las dudas cuando ya ni las tienes.
Qué pena da el tablero sin su reina y cómo duele. Qué pena da, morena.
Qué pena saber que por mucho que llueva tú eres veneno y arena.
Tú eres veneno y arena.
Tú eres veneno y arena.
Tú eres veneno y arena.
English translation
It's not a matter of time forgetting you for me.
When so many feelings left behind you.
I've been howling at the moon since you said goodbye.
As always, the bullfighter with the world as a bullfighter.
I'm looking for a vaccine for this sad trumpet ballad.
You were my muse, baby.
What a shame, brunette.
With you, lust is the capital sin.
And this sea that has left me on fire like Alexandria.
Leaving and leaving the track on for me. You were sex in my veins.
What a shame, brunette.
You are poison and sand.
You are poison and sand.
Too bad.
It could be a matter of space or that you don't know how to pretend.
It could also be that it was your way of life.
I've been howling at the moon since you said goodbye.
As always, the bullfighter with the world as a bullfighter.
I'm looking for a vaccine for this sad trumpet ballad.
You were my muse, baby.
What a shame, brunette.
With you, lust is the capital sin. And this sea that has left me on fire like
Alexandria. Leaving and leaving the track on for me.
You were sex in my veins.
What a shame, brunette.
You are poison and sand.
You are poison and sand.
Too bad. What a pity that you went somewhere else with your music.
How sad the silence is. What a shame it is to forget you.
What a shame it is to have doubts when you no longer have them.
How sad the board is without its queen and how it hurts. What a shame, brunette.
What a shame to know that no matter how much it rains, you are poison and sand.
You are poison and sand.
You are poison and sand.
You are poison and sand.