More songs by Miel De Montagne
Description
The pulse of the city after midnight is steady, slightly tired, with a hint of burnt neon and cold coffee. People are still searching for something - each other, meaning, the light switch. The warmth here comes not from the sun, but from that very ‘heat’ that spreads through your veins when music becomes skin. The ghosts of past feelings wander through apartments, settle on windowsills, do not interfere, but simply remind us that everything that was has not disappeared - it has dissolved into rhythm. And even though the streets are full of shadows, we still want to move forward, without figuring out where this light comes from - outside or inside.
Lyrics and translation
Original
J'ai l'impression d'avoir déjà vécu ce moment, tout est bizarre maintenant.
J'vois tes cheveux qui dansent, qu'est-ce que tu manigances?
Cuando te toque te vas a romper y no hay garantía ni señal para llamar al taxi después, ni correr a mi casa estar.
Más, más, más once que dos.
Más, más, más once que dos.
C'est comme si la distance me faisait voyager, pourtant je suis couché.
J'suis sorti de mon corps, comment faire pour revenir? Je cherche encore.
J'aimerais pouvoir te dire que je suis près de toi, mais ce serait mentir de te faire croire que j'suis là.
Mon esprit est ailleurs, dans les yeux près du cœur.
Parte de mí quiere quebrarse en cientos piezas para armarte de otra forma y conocerte de nuevo.
Más, más, más once que dos.
Más, más, más once que dos. Más, más, más once que dos. Más, más, más once que dos
English translation
I feel like I've been through this moment before, everything is weird now.
I see your hair dancing, what are you up to?
When you knock you are going to break up and there is no guarantee nor signal to call the taxi afterward, nor to correspond to my estar house.
More, more, more once that back.
More, more, more once that back.
It's as if the distance is making me travel, yet I'm lying down.
I left my body, how do I come back? I'm still looking.
I wish I could tell you that I am near you, but it would be a lie to make you believe that I am there.
My mind is elsewhere, in the eyes near the heart.
Part of my query in cientos piezas to armarte of other form and concerte of new.
More, more, more once that back.
More, more, more once that back. More, more, more once that back. More, more, more once that back