More songs by Sofia Ellar
Description
Programmer, Producer: Borja Montenegro
Choir: Pati Alonso
Lyrics and translation
Original
Qué tal hablando de mí, cómo de bien lo pasabais
Fiel hasta el pie de la letra de esa canción que te fastidiaba
Tranqui, mi niño, no pasa nada
Solo lo sabe la gente, tu boca y su almohada
Y no pasa nada
Qué tal bailando sin mí, sabe escribir
Lleva la clase a su espalda o se va por el estribo
Canta estribillos y eso te encanta
Tranqui, mi niño, que una lo monta y otra cabalga
Pero no pidas derechos de autor sin entrada
Qué mentira y cuánto tralará
Y, la verdad, veremos qué pasa
Tú de gira en otro festival
Y, la verdad, veremos qué pasa
Tranqui, que es una etapa, ya veremos qué pasa
Porque me he vuelto a meter donde nadie me llama
Donde nadie me llama
Cómo amaneces sin mí en tu pequeña terraza
Sigues haciendo café en un tarro y le das por saco a la taza
Tranqui, mi niño, que es una etapa
Cierro los ojos y veo esos tuyos que atrapan
Y no pasa nada
Qué mentira y cuánto tralará
Y, la verdad, veremos qué pasa
Tú de gira en otro festival
Di la verdad, ya vemos qué pasa
Tranqui, que es una etapa, ya veremos qué pasa
Y ahora que vuelva por mí, no te voy a llorar
No te vuelvo a llamar
Tranqui, mi niño, que ahora nos toca sabernos cuidar
Nos vinimos fatal, nos hablamos peor
Tranqui, mi niño, no eres cobarde, solo eres ladrón
No te voy a llorar, no te voy a llamar
Tranqui, mi niño, que ahora nos toca sabernos cuidar, no
No te voy a llorar, no te voy a llamar
Tranqui, mi niño, que más espacio no voy a ocupar, no
Qué mentira y cuánto tralará
Y, la verdad, veremos qué pasa
Tú de gira en otro festival
Y, la verdad, veremos qué pasa
English translation
How about talking about me, how much fun you had
Faithful to the letter of that song that bothered you
Don't worry, my child, nothing's wrong.
Only people know, your mouth and their pillow
and nothing happens
How about dancing without me, can you write?
He carries the class on his back or he goes by the stirrup
Sing choruses and you love that
Don't worry, my child, one rides him and another rides
But don't ask for copyright without input
What a lie and how much it will lie
And, honestly, we'll see what happens.
You on tour at another festival
And, honestly, we'll see what happens.
Don't worry, it's a stage, we'll see what happens
Because I have gone back to where no one calls me
Where no one calls me
How do you wake up without me on your small terrace
You continue making coffee in a jar and give up on the cup
Don't worry, my child, it's a stage
I close my eyes and see those of yours that catch
and nothing happens
What a lie and how much it will lie
And, honestly, we'll see what happens.
You on tour at another festival
Tell the truth, we'll see what happens
Don't worry, it's a stage, we'll see what happens
And now that you come back for me, I'm not going to cry for you
I won't call you again
Don't worry, my child, now we have to know how to take care of ourselves.
We were terrible, we spoke worse
Don't worry, my child, you are not a coward, you are just a thief.
I'm not going to cry for you, I'm not going to call you
Don't worry, my child, now we have to know how to take care of ourselves, no
I'm not going to cry for you, I'm not going to call you
Don't worry, my child, I'm not going to take up any more space, no.
What a lie and how much it will lie
And, honestly, we'll see what happens.
You on tour at another festival
And, honestly, we'll see what happens.