More songs by Nya de la Rubia
More songs by Miguel Campello
Description
The winter cold seems to have been invented specifically to test the strength of longing. Scarves, jumpers and blankets only save the body, but not the heart, which stubbornly trembles without the warmth of another. Every morning is like a vase of flowers, fragile and too beautiful to touch, but without something alive inside, it quickly becomes empty.
In this story, everything revolves around one word - ‘locura’. Madness that does not frighten, but heals. It mixes the scents of clothes, erases boundaries and leaves only bare feelings. There is no logic or plan in them, only a fire that lasts as long as it is meant to. But that is enough to burn fears from memory and restore faith in small, almost childish joys: a rose in your hair, a key in your palm, a glance that can repaint the sky.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ya llega el invierno.
¿Qué hago si te anhelo?
Si me abrigo, ¿cómo puedo?
Tiritiritando me congelo.
Yo te juro, te juro que lo intento.
Me espero a tu tiempo. Son las ganas que tengo de robarte un te quiero.
Y siento que mis mañanas son florero. Riego tu alma como puedo.
Regalo rosas pa' tu pelo.
Y siento y esas cositas tan pequeñas. Abro la puerta pa' que pases.
Te doy la llave pa' casarme.
No, no, no, no, no, lo, lo, lo, lo, locura.
Locura, que todo lo cura.
-¡Vámonos!
-No, no, no, no, no, lo, lo, lo, lo, locura.
Locura, que todo lo cura.
De tu laníl se baña el cielo cuando me miras.
Besa tus miedos que envenenan la meruería.
Quiero tu aliento y en mi espalda bajo la luna.
Mezclar tu ropa con la mía, todo es tersura.
Locura, que todo lo cura.
Cuando lo hacemos tú y yo y el amor dura lo que dura. Locura, que todo lo cura.
Cuando estamos tú y yo y almas desnudas.
Y siento que mis mañanas son florero. Riego tu alma como puedo.
Regalo rosas pa' tu pelo. Y siento y esas cositas tan pequeñas.
Abro la puerta pa' que pases. Te doy la llave pa' casarme.
No, no, no, no, no, lo, lo, lo, lo, locura.
Locura, que todo lo cura.
No, no, no, no, no, lo, lo, lo, lo, locura.
Locura, que todo lo cura.
Locura, que todo lo cura.
Cuando lo hacemos tú y yo y el amor dura lo que dura. Locura, que todo lo cura.
Cuando estamos tú y yo y almas desnudas.
-¡Eh, eh! -Locura, que todo lo cura.
Cuando lo hacemos tú y yo y el amor dura lo que dura.
Locura, que todo lo cura. Cuando estamos tú y yo y almas desnudas.
¡Música!
English translation
Winter is coming.
What do I do if I long for you?
If I cover myself, how can I?
Shivering I freeze.
I swear, I swear I try.
I wait for your time. It's the desire I have to steal your I love you.
And I feel like my mornings are like a flower. I water your soul as I can.
Gift roses for your hair.
And I feel and those little things. I open the door for you to come in.
I give you the key to get married.
No, no, no, no, no, the, the, the, the, crazy.
Madness, which cures everything.
-Let's go!
-No, no, no, no, no, lo, lo, lo, lo, madness.
Madness, which cures everything.
The sky bathes in your wool when you look at me.
Kiss your fears that poison the meruería.
I want your breath and on my back under the moon.
Mixing your clothes with mine, everything is smoothness.
Madness, which cures everything.
When you and I do it and love lasts as long as it lasts. Madness, which cures everything.
When there are you and me and naked souls.
And I feel like my mornings are like a flower. I water your soul as I can.
Gift roses for your hair. And I feel and those little things.
I open the door for you to come in. I give you the key to get married.
No, no, no, no, no, the, the, the, the, crazy.
Madness, which cures everything.
No, no, no, no, no, the, the, the, the, crazy.
Madness, which cures everything.
Madness, which cures everything.
When you and I do it and love lasts as long as it lasts. Madness, which cures everything.
When there are you and me and naked souls.
-Hey, hey! -Madness, which cures everything.
When you and I do it and love lasts as long as it lasts.
Madness, which cures everything. When there are you and me and naked souls.
Music!