Description
Executive Producer: Jose Luis Aguilar Garcia
Executive Producer: Daniel Balderrama Espinoza
Composer, Lyricist: Edward Bracamonte Jr
Producer: Cesar Armando Posada Uribe
Composer Lyricist: Edward Bracamonte Jr
Lyrics and translation
Original
Adiós a los recuerdos.
Se sentía una analepsis por el viento. Miro a lo lejos, veo tu reflejo.
Si te marco a estas horas, perdóname, son tus besos. Estoy obsesionado.
Cada día reviso a ver si me sigues o me has bloqueado. Te quiero aquí a mi lado.
Tu amor es un veneno y yo no dejo de buscarlo.
¿Cómo le hago para olvidarme de ti, a la quien todo le di? Cada canción se escribe de ti.
Si me rompen el corazón, pienso yo en ti.
Estoy cansado de sufrir.
Y si yo solamente te amaba, ¿por qué me usabas? ¿Acaso nunca fuimos nada?
Terminaste siendo igual que las demás, un amor que nunca era real. Y esto es Analepsis,
Erick, check.
La luna sigue brillando, siento la lluvia afuera.
Es un viaje largo de tristeza que me espera.
Te escribí, pero no entró el mensaje, no hay nada de qué hablar.
Lo único que hago es molestarte y el silencio lo habla.
Subes fotos con alguien solo pa' que las mire, y aunque finjas, yo sé bien que lo haces para herirme.
Y si yo te amaba, ¿por qué me usabas?
¿Acaso nunca fuimos nada?
Analepsis, analepsis, analepsis, analepsis.
English translation
Goodbye to memories.
An analepsis was felt due to the wind. I look into the distance, I see your reflection.
If I call you at this time, forgive me, it's your kisses. I'm obsessed.
Every day I check to see if you follow me or have blocked me. I want you here by my side.
Your love is poison and I can't stop looking for it.
How do I forget about you, to whom I gave everything? Every song is written about you.
If they break my heart, I think of you.
I'm tired of suffering.
And if I only loved you, why did you use me? Have we never been anything?
You ended up being just like the others, a love that was never real. And this is Analepsis,
Erick, check.
The moon is still shining, I feel the rain outside.
It is a long journey of sadness that awaits me.
I wrote to you, but the message didn't come in, there's nothing to talk about.
The only thing I do is bother you and the silence speaks.
You upload photos with someone just so they can look at them, and even if you pretend, I know well that you do it to hurt me.
And if I loved you, why did you use me?
Have we never been anything?
Analepsis, analepsis, analepsis, analepsis.