Description
Composer: Gonzalo Ávila
Producer: DECKS
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hoy yo sigo sin saber qué será de ti otra vez.
Regresaste a la ciudad, ¿por qué no hay nada en Instagram?
Ya no estoy en tus close friends.
La habré cagado en realidad.
Y la pregunta es al revés: tú la cagaste y tú mal estás.
No hice más que quererte.
No hice más que adorarte.
Disfruté tenerte.
Duele mucho soltarte.
Corazón, no te has ido y ya te extraño.
Viviré días grises que hacen daño.
Ya no sé si te odio o te amo.
Piensa en mí.
Contesta, aunque sea al otro año.
Tú y yo cantándolo al son del mar.
Viviéndolo sin parar. Un golpe de amor y más.
Claro que lo voy a extrañar.
Fingiendo estar bien y ya esperando que vengas.
Pero te extraño y aún no te vas.
Corazón, no te has ido y ya te extraño.
Viviré días grises que hacen daño.
Ya no sé si te odio o te amo.
Piensa en mí.
Contesta, aunque sea al otro año.
Corazón, no te has ido y ya te extraño.
Viviré días grises que hacen daño.
Ya no sé si te odio o te amo.
Piensa en mí.
Contesta, aunque sea al otro año.
Muchos le llaman suerte encontrar su diamante.
Yo le digo insistente: no nací para amarte.
English translation
Today I still don't know what will become of you again.
You're back in town, why is there nothing on Instagram?
I'm no longer in your close friends.
I must have really screwed up.
And the question is the other way around: you screwed up and you are in bad shape.
I did nothing but love you.
I did nothing but adore you.
I enjoyed having you.
It hurts a lot to let go.
Sweetheart, you're not gone and I already miss you.
I will live gray days that hurt.
I don't know if I hate you or love you anymore.
Think of me.
Answer, even if it's next year.
You and I singing it to the sound of the sea.
Living it non-stop. A blow of love and more.
Of course I'm going to miss him.
Pretending to be fine and already waiting for you to come.
But I miss you and you're not leaving yet.
Sweetheart, you're not gone and I already miss you.
I will live gray days that hurt.
I don't know if I hate you or love you anymore.
Think of me.
Answer, even if it's next year.
Sweetheart, you're not gone and I already miss you.
I will live gray days that hurt.
I don't know if I hate you or love you anymore.
Think of me.
Answer, even if it's next year.
Many call it luck finding their diamond.
I tell him insistently: I was not born to love you.