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Description
Writer, Producer: Gabriel Ballesteros Abril
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Producer: LPrince
Producer: Ernesto Fernandez
Lyrics and translation
Original
Subele poquito. Más.
Van siete días y me pesa que ya no estás. Que tú no volverás y a la verga el final.
Solos somos yo y la puta ansiedad.
-La puta ansiedad.
-Treinta llamadas perdidas y un dónde estás.
¿Cómo voy a explicar que me perdí en loquera, las putas, los panas, por matar esta ansiedad?
Puta ansiedad.
Dime qué tienes, si tú al final no sabes ni qué quieres.
Para olvidarte me comí otras pieles.
Ya no me pesa gastar los billetes -pendientes.
-Dime qué tienes, si nos juramos un amor pa' siempre.
Ya no te hagas la que no me quieres, que en esos ojos se ve que aún me quieres. ¿Me entiendes?
¿Me entiendes?
¿Pero sí entiendes o no? ¿Me entiendes? ¡Ay!
Eyou.
Es una su compa Gabito, viejo. La chiqueteta.
Gracias, Matito.
Van siete días y ahora acepto que ya no estás.
Que te voy a olvidar y el alcohol sabe mal. Ya juré por mi bien que no te vuelvo a mirar.
-No te vuelvo a mirar.
-Dime qué tienes, si tú al final no sabes ni qué quieres. Para olvidarte me comí otras pieles.
Ya no me pesa gastar -los billetes pendientes. -Y ni tú te entiendes.
¿Dónde quedó ese amor que era pa' siempre?
Ya no te hagas la que no me quieres, que en esos ojos se ve que sí quieres. Entiende.
Entiende.
English translation
Raise it a little. More.
It's been seven days and I'm sorry you're gone. That you will not return and to hell with the end.
It's just me and the fucking anxiety.
-The fucking anxiety.
-Thirty missed calls and a where are you.
How am I going to explain that I got lost in the shrink, the whores, the guys, to kill this anxiety?
Fucking anxiety.
Tell me what you have, if in the end you don't even know what you want.
To forget you I ate other skins.
I no longer mind spending the pending bills.
-Tell me what you have, if we swear to love each other forever.
Don't act like you don't love me, because in those eyes you can see that you still love me. You understand me?
You understand me?
But do you understand or not? You understand me? Oh!
Eyou.
It's one of your friends Gabito, man. The little girl.
Thanks, Matito.
It's been seven days and now I accept that you are no longer here.
I'm going to forget you and alcohol tastes bad. I already swore on my behalf that I will never look at you again.
-I won't look at you again.
-Tell me what you have, if in the end you don't even know what you want. To forget you I ate other skins.
I no longer mind spending the pending bills. -And you don't even understand yourself.
Where was that love that was for forever?
Don't act like you don't love me, because in those eyes you can see that you do. Understand.
Understand.