More songs by Fito y Fitipaldis
Description
Producer: Carlos Raya
Producer: Joe Blaney
Writer: Adolfo Cabrales
Lyrics and translation
Original
One, two, three, four.
Quiero que me arrastre el viento como un trozo de papel, revolcarme por el cielo y no caer.
Y no pensar, tan solo quiero no pensar.
Y copiar el movimiento irrepetible azul del mar.
Arrancarme los recuerdos, no volver a repasar.
Adelante, solo quiero no parar.
Y no pensar, tan solo quiero no pensar.
Imitar el parpadeo de las estrellas al brillar.
Algo tiene ese bar que está cerca de aquí, que es más fácil entrar que aprender a salir sin ti.
Y aunque nada es verdad, las verdades aquí tienen forma de puñal.
Algo tiene ese bar que está cerca de aquí, que es más fácil entrar que aprender a salir sin ti.
Y aunque nada es verdad, las verdades aquí tienen forma de puñal.
English translation
One, two, three, four.
I want to be carried by the wind like a piece of paper, roll around in the sky and not fall.
And not think, I just want not to think.
And copy the unrepeatable blue movement of the sea.
Tear away my memories, don't go over them again.
Go ahead, I just want to not stop.
And not think, I just want not to think.
Imitate the flickering of stars when shining.
There's something about that bar that's near here, that it's easier to get into than to learn to leave without you.
And although nothing is true, the truths here have the shape of a dagger.
There's something about that bar that's near here, that it's easier to get into than to learn to leave without you.
And although nothing is true, the truths here have the shape of a dagger.