More songs by Farruko
More songs by Louis BPM
Description
Vocals: Farruko
Unknown: Ghetto
Producer: Ghetto
Vocals: Louis BPM
Mixing Engineer: Sharo Towers
Producer: Sharo Towers
Composer, Lyricist: Anthony Josue López López
Composer, Lyricist: Axel Quezada
Composer, Lyricist: Carlos Efren Reyes Rosado
Composer, Lyricist: Luis Ramon Lopez
Composer, Lyricist: Marcos Perez
Lyrics and translation
Original
For each moment of tears, I still had my souvenirs.
Cherished in a pocket full of dreams.
I could hold, I could feel, kept pretending they were real.
Long time after lovers stayed away.
Now a picture of you, I had cherished so true.
Even kissed till I'd see you again, but wait. . .
I've been crying today, threw my memories away.
Something died as I cried for my broken souvenirs.
Can I reach for the sun, find a place I belong?
Now you're one of my broken souvenirs.
If you need me again, there's no way you really can.
Pasted pieces never make a whole.
And if you leave your room on some windy afternoon, fly to see where all the pieces flew.
It was hard to get on since my memories were gone.
But if you ever see me again, I care.
I've been crying today, threw my memories away.
Something died as I cried for my broken souvenirs.
Can I reach for the sun, find a place I belong?
Now you're one of my broken souvenirs.
Now you're one of my broken souvenirs.
Baby, you're one of my broken souvenirs.
English translation
For each moment of tears, I still had my souvenirs.
Cherished in a pocket full of dreams.
I could hold, I could feel, kept pretending they were real.
Long time after lovers stayed away.
Now a picture of you, I had cherished so true.
Even kissed till I'd see you again, but wait. . .
I've been crying today, threw my memories away.
Something died as I cried for my broken souvenirs.
Can I reach for the sun, find a place I belong?
Now you're one of my broken souvenirs.
If you need me again, there's no way you really can.
Pasted pieces never make a whole.
And if you leave your room on some windy afternoon, fly to see where all the pieces flew.
It was hard to get on since my memories were gone.
But if you ever see me again, I care.
I've been crying today, threw my memories away.
Something died as I cried for my broken souvenirs.
Can I reach for the sun, find a place I belong?
Now you're one of my broken souvenirs.
Now you're one of my broken souvenirs.
Baby, you're one of my broken souvenirs.