More songs by Armenta
Description
Love that stubbornly refuses to give up even after the final credits roll. It seems like everything ended long ago: new people, new habits, even new cigarettes and beer on the beach. But inside, it's still the same old ‘I'm thinking of you.’ And anxiety - like a neighbour who never leaves: sitting next to you and reminding you that everything has been lived ‘wrong.’
Memories slip in, sometimes Valentine's Day with mum's stories, sometimes laughter that now, perhaps, belongs to someone else. And while some buy flowers to give as gifts, others buy them to smoke. The strange arithmetic of love: the more you try to forget, the stronger it all comes back.
Vocals: Armenta
Executive producer: Jesús Ortiz Paz
Mastering engineer: Louisinthehood
Mixing engineer: Louisinthehood
Unknown: Miguel Armando Armenta Armenta.
Backing vocals: Miguel Armando Armenta Armenta
Producer: Miguel Armenta
Unknown: Twnty9
Producer: Twnty9
Composer, lyricist: Alex Gracia
Composer, lyricist: Miguel Armenta
Lyrics and translation
Original
Entre mil pieles y mil vicios, te sigo eligiendo a ti
Entre mis pensamientos grises, pienso en abrazarte a ti
Entre la arena y las cervezas, veo un poco de lo que di
Seguiré sintiendo la brisa, me ayuda con mi sufrir
Me he chingado tal vez quinientas, miento, tal vez cinco mil
Intentando borrar tus besos terminé por descubrir
Que sigo sintiéndome solo, solo porque te perdí
Los vicios me tienen re loco, siento, me voy a morir
Puta ansiedad porque nada está bien
Baby, todo está mal
Te extraño, no sé cuántos meses pasarán
Te extraño, pero sé que tienes a alguien más
Vivo pensando en tus besos, pensando en tus labios
Pensando en tu risa, pensando en tu voz
Vivo pensando en qué tanto faltó pa'casarnos
Pensando en si saben hacerte el amor
Vivo pensando en tu cuerpo, pensando en si llamo
Pensando en tu forma de hacerme el amor
Vivo soñando despierto, paso imaginando
Que un día tu mensaje estará en mi buzón (oh-oh)
Ar-men-ta
Ayer subí fotos del viaje, esa' que te prometí
Me compré flores pa' fumarlas, no como las que te di
Mientras un ropón me enrolaba, recordé San Valentín
Cuando tu madre me contaba lo que te hacía sonreír
Puta ansiedad porque nada está bien
Baby, todo está mal
Te extraño, no sé cuántos meses pasarán
Te extraño, pero sé que tienes a alguien más
Vivo pensando en tus besos, pensando en tus labios
Pensando en tu risa, pensando en tu voz
Vivo pensando en qué tanto faltó pa'casarnos
Pensando en si saben hacerte el amor
Vivo pensando en tu cuerpo, pensando en si llamo
Pensando en tu forma de hacerme el amor
Vivo soñando, despierto, paso imaginando
Que un día tu mensaje estará en mi buzón (oh-oh)
English translation
Between a thousand skins and a thousand vices, I keep choosing you
Among my gray thoughts, I think about hugging you
Between the sand and the beers, I see a little of what I gave
I will continue to feel the breeze, it helps me with my suffering
I've fucked maybe five hundred, I'm lying, maybe five thousand
Trying to erase your kisses I ended up discovering
That I still feel alone, just because I lost you
The vices have me crazy, I feel like I'm going to die
Fucking anxiety because nothing is right
Baby, everything is wrong
I miss you, I don't know how many months will pass
I miss you, but I know you have someone else
I live thinking about your kisses, thinking about your lips
Thinking about your laugh, thinking about your voice
I live thinking about how much it took to get married
Thinking about whether they know how to make love to you
I live thinking about your body, thinking about if I call
Thinking about your way of making love to me
I live daydreaming, I spend my time imagining
That one day your message will be in my mailbox (oh-oh)
Ar-men-ta
Yesterday I uploaded photos of the trip, the one I promised you
I bought flowers to smoke them, not like the ones I gave you
While a robe was enlisting me, I remembered Valentine's Day
When your mother told me what made you smile
Fucking anxiety because nothing is right
Baby, everything is wrong
I miss you, I don't know how many months will pass
I miss you, but I know you have someone else
I live thinking about your kisses, thinking about your lips
Thinking about your laugh, thinking about your voice
I live thinking about how much it took to get married
Thinking about whether they know how to make love to you
I live thinking about your body, thinking about if I call
Thinking about your way of making love to me
I live dreaming, I wake up, I spend my time imagining
That one day your message will be in my mailbox (oh-oh)