More songs by Eddy
Description
Engineer: Giovanni Esquivel
Mastering Engineer: Chapis
Mixing Engineer: Chapis
Unknown: Eddy
Producer: Charly
Producer: Eduardo Hernandez Payan
Producer: Meño Style
Producer: Miguel Garay
Composer: Billy Manhattan
Composer: Diego Armando Millan Medrano
Composer: Eduardo Hernandez Payan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tantas palabras y nomás no dije nada.
La garganta congelada y la puerta entrecerrada.
Tenía tanto pa' gritarle, pa' reclamarle en su cara, pero creo que en su maleta también se llevó mi voz.
Me quedé el último cigarro y no prende el encendedor.
No sé si quedarme encerrado y si salgo, ¿a dónde voy?
Claro que estoy hecho mierda, nunca sufrí por amor. Pensando en llamarte, neta, ¿qué hueva me doy?
Intentando actuar normal y nomás no se me da. Dicen que el espejo no miente y francamente me veo mal.
Mi cuerpo refleja tu ausencia, algo grita que no estás.
Juro y no dudo que tus ojos llorarán por mí.
Sonará inmaduro, pero no quiero que seas feliz.
¡Ay, puta madre, qué desmadre!
Me dejaste aquí y tú sonriendo de toda madre por ahí.
Intentando actuar normal y nomás no se me da. Dicen que el espejo no miente y francamente me veo mal.
Mi cuerpo refleja tu ausencia, algo grita que no estás.
Yo sé que algún día vas a llorar por mí, mi amor, así como yo estoy llorando por ti ahorita.
Así suenan los zombiados, mami.
¡Ojalá!
English translation
So many words and I just said nothing.
The frozen throat and the half-closed door.
I had so much to yell at him, to complain to him in his face, but I think he also took my voice in his suitcase.
I kept the last cigarette and the lighter won't turn on.
I don't know whether to stay locked up and if I go out, where do I go?
Of course I'm screwed, I never suffered for love. Thinking about calling you, Neta, what the hell am I doing?
Trying to act normal and I just can't do it. They say the mirror doesn't lie and frankly I look bad.
My body reflects your absence, something screams that you are not there.
I swear and I don't doubt that your eyes will cry for me.
It may sound immature, but I don't want you to be happy.
Oh, motherfucker, what a mess!
You left me here and you smiling like every mother out there.
Trying to act normal and I just can't do it. They say the mirror doesn't lie and frankly I look bad.
My body reflects your absence, something screams that you are not there.
I know that one day you will cry for me, my love, just as I am crying for you right now.
That's what zombies sound like, mommy.
Hopefully!