Description
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Greg Taro
Lyricist, Composer, Producer, Recording Engineer: Blake Martin
Recording Engineer, Lyricist, Composer, Producer: Jheynner Argote
Lyricist, Composer: Yoby Zúñiga
Mixing Engineer: Kevin Grainger
Mastering Engineer: Lex Barkey
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hacía tiempo que ya no me prestaba atención.
Me tenía un poco olvidado, tan cerca y tan lejos de mí, mmm.
Vaya tontería esperar que sea la casualidad que me trajese a ti a mi vida. Por suerte fuiste más atrevida.
Cuando me hablas al oído, se me llena de nuditos hasta mi voz.
Son esos ojitos que me hacen prometerte que nunca apagaré esa velita que tú encendiste.
Llegaste pa' quemar todos esos fantasmas en la cama.
No esperaste ni a la madrugada y me electrocuté corriendo a mil por hora por tu piel.
Lo nuestro durará más que solo un fin de semana, pero si algún día esto se acaba, que no se apague esa velita, oh, oh.
Que no se apague esa velita, yo nunca la apagué.
¿Quién me diría que abrirías tú mi puerta cerrada con ninguna palabra, con un abracadabra? Yeah.
Cada noche ahora se siente como un viaje sin mapa, sin reglas ni capas. Son tus manos que me guían.
Cuando me hablas al oído, se me llena de nuditos hasta mi voz.
Son esos ojitos que me hacen prometerte que nunca apagaré esa velita que tú encendiste.
Llegaste pa' quemar todos esos fantasmas en la cama.
No esperaste ni a la madrugada y me electrocuté corriendo a mil por hora por tu piel.
Lo nuestro durará más que solo un fin de semana, pero si algún día esto se acaba, que no se apague esa velita, oh, oh.
Que no se apague esa velita, yo nunca la apagué.
English translation
He hadn't paid attention to me for a while.
He had me a little forgotten, so close and so far from me, mmm.
What nonsense to hope that it is chance that brought you into my life. Luckily you were more daring.
When you speak in my ear, even my voice fills with knots.
It's those little eyes that make me promise you that I will never blow out that candle that you lit.
You came to burn all those ghosts in bed.
You didn't even wait until dawn and I was electrocuted running at a thousand miles an hour across your skin.
Ours will last more than just a weekend, but if one day this ends, don't let that candle go out, oh, oh.
Don't let that candle go out, I never put it out.
Who would tell me that you would open my closed door with no words, with an hocus-pocus? Yeah.
Every night now feels like a journey without a map, without rules or layers. They are your hands that guide me.
When you speak in my ear, even my voice fills with knots.
It's those little eyes that make me promise you that I will never blow out that candle that you lit.
You came to burn all those ghosts in bed.
You didn't even wait until dawn and I was electrocuted running at a thousand miles an hour across your skin.
Ours will last more than just a weekend, but if one day this ends, don't let that candle go out, oh, oh.
Don't let that candle go out, I never put it out.