More songs by La Oreja de Van Gogh
Description
Sometimes love leaves quietly - without drama, without slamming doors. It just becomes quieter. Like coffee that has accidentally had salt added to it: everything seems the same, but the taste is no longer the same. And only moments remain - winter in Madrid, frozen fingers, laughter until morning, and someone waiting at the entrance, as if from another time.
There are memories that never grow old - they live inside, like an old film where every frame is familiar to the point of giving you goosebumps. And even though life goes on, somewhere that same theme still plays - about youth, naivety and love, which once could really kill you.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Un café con sal
Ganas de llorar
Mi mundo empezando a temblar
Presiente que se acerca el final
No quiero ganar
¿Ahora eso qué más da?
Estoy cansada ya de inventar
Excusas que no saben andar
Y solo quedarán
Los buenos momentos de ayer
Que fueron de los dos
Y hoy solo quiero creer
Que recordarás
Las tardes de invierno por Madrid
Las noches enteras sin dormir
La vida pasaba y yo sentía
Que me iba a morir de amor
Al verte esperando en mi portal
Sentado en el suelo sin pensar
Que puedes contar conmigo, oh, oh, oh
Nunca hubo maldad
Solo ingenuidad
Pretendiendo hacernos creer
Que el mundo estaba a nuestros pies
Cuando el sueño venga por mí
En silencio voy a construir
Una vida a todo color
Donde vivamos juntos los dos
Y solo quedarán
Los buenos momentos de ayer
Que fueron de los dos
Y hoy solo quiero creer
Que recordarás
Las tardes de invierno por Madrid
Las noches enteras sin dormir
La vida pasaba y yo sentía
Que me iba a morir de amor
Al verte esperando en mi portal
Sentado en el suelo sin pensar
Que puedes contar conmigo
Para siempre
Y no puedo evitar
Echarte de menos mientras das
La mano a mi tiempo y te vas
Y siento que quiero verte, verte y pienso
Que recordarás
Las tardes de invierno por Madrid
Las noches enteras sin dormir
La vida pasaba y yo sentía
Que me iba a morir de amor
Al verte esperando en mi portal
Sentado en el suelo sin pensar
Que puedes contar conmigo
Que recordarás
Las tardes de invierno por Madrid
Las noches enteras sin dormir
La vida se pasa y yo me muero
Me muero por ti
English translation
A coffee with salt
I want to cry
My world starting to shake
He senses that the end is approaching
I don't want to win
Now what does that matter?
I'm tired of inventing
Excuses that don't know how to walk
And they will only remain
The good times of yesterday
What happened to both of them?
And today I just want to believe
What will you remember?
Winter afternoons in Madrid
The whole nights without sleep
Life was passing and I felt
that I was going to die of love
Seeing you waiting at my portal
Sitting on the floor without thinking
That you can count on me, oh, oh, oh
There was never evil
Just naivety
Trying to make us believe
That the world was at our feet
When the dream comes for me
In silence I will build
A life in full color
Where we both live together
And they will only remain
The good times of yesterday
What happened to both of them?
And today I just want to believe
What will you remember?
Winter afternoons in Madrid
The whole nights without sleep
Life was passing and I felt
that I was going to die of love
Seeing you waiting at my portal
Sitting on the floor without thinking
that you can count on me
forever
and I can't help it
Miss you while you give
Hand in my time and you're gone
And I feel like I want to see you, see you and I think
What will you remember?
Winter afternoons in Madrid
The whole nights without sleep
Life was passing and I felt
that I was going to die of love
Seeing you waiting at my portal
Sitting on the floor without thinking
that you can count on me
What will you remember?
Winter afternoons in Madrid
The whole nights without sleep
Life passes and I die
I'm dying for you