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Description
The song sounds like the morning aftermath of a party - empty bottles, tangled wires, scattered thoughts and that heavy feeling when guilt, tenderness and laughter mix together. It's as if someone is honestly admitting their own imperfection, breaking into self-irony and pleas for salvation, but doing so in such a warm way that even the dirt seems like a soft backdrop for a living feeling.
It's about that fragile line where love and self-sabotage go hand in hand, where ‘I'm sorry’ is not a cliché, but the only way not to drown. The music does not condemn - it covers you like a blanket, like a song against a backdrop of silence, when you don't know what to do next, but still want to stay.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Si me convirtiese
A una religión lejana
Y dejara de liarla tanto
Si me estrangulara
Con el cable de tu secador
Aun así no conseguiría parar
Ese gesto tan típico tuyo de
Apretar el lugar donde
Nace una lágrima
Sigo viviendo entre
La basura que acumula mi casa
Y la basura que acumulo yo
Que no limpio porque estoy de resaca
Y me prohibiste escribirte en días como hoy
Con la mirada perdida
La risa tonta
Y lo siento tanto
La tiritona de la tarde
Lo siento, tronqui
Es la última vez
Tarareaba una canción
Para tapar el silencio
De no saber qué hacer
Uh, uh, uh
Si me refugiase
En tu cielo gris
Y dejara de liarla tanto
Veo que te asusta
Cuando empieza mi autodestrucción
Aun así no conseguiría parar
Ese gesto tan típico tuyo de
Apretar el lugar
Donde nace una lágrima
Sigo viviendo entre
La basura que acumula mi casa
Y la basura que acumulo yo
Que no limpio porque estoy de resaca
Y me prohibiste escribirte en días como hoy
Con la mirada perdida
La risa tonta
Y lo siento tanto
La tiritona de la tarde
Lo siento, tronqui
Es la última vez
Tarareaba una canción
Para tapar el silencio
De no saber qué hacer
Uh, uh, uh
English translation
If I converted
To a distant religion
And stop messing it up so much
If he strangled me
With the cable of your dryer
Still I couldn't stop
That typical gesture of yours
Press the place where
A tear is born
I still live between
The garbage that accumulates in my house
And the garbage that I accumulate
I don't clean because I'm hungover
And you forbade me to write to you on days like today
With a lost look
The silly laugh
And I'm so sorry
The afternoon shiver
Sorry, trunk
It's the last time
I hummed a song
To cover the silence
Of not knowing what to do
Uh-uh-uh
If I took refuge
In your gray sky
And stop messing it up so much
I see that it scares you
When my self-destruction begins
Still I couldn't stop
That typical gesture of yours
Tighten the place
Where a tear is born
I still live between
The garbage that accumulates in my house
And the garbage that I accumulate
I don't clean because I'm hungover
And you forbade me to write to you on days like today
With a lost look
The silly laugh
And I'm so sorry
The afternoon shiver
Sorry, trunk
It's the last time
I hummed a song
To cover the silence
Of not knowing what to do
Uh-uh-uh