Translation of the song lyrics Me Miento Mal - Bely Basarte

Me Miento Mal (original)

Un, dos, un dos, tres y…
Fuiste lo que más quería
Mi aperitivo favorito en toda la cocina
Y mi mejor sábana para contar domingos dando vueltas en la cama
Sí, fuiste lo que más quería
Pero me quiero arrepentir
Fuiste madrugadas que no cambiaría por nada
Fuiste mío y yo tan tuya que ya no se quien me falta
Pero no me van a decir que lo nuestro no era vivir
No, no, no me van a decir que el
Tiempo que pase contigo es tiempo que perdí
Tarde diez días y quinientas noches en dejar de pensar en ti
Hay aromas que hacen de puerta
De esa habitación que prometí nunca volver a abrir
Tarde diez días y quinientas noches pero mírame sigo aquí
Y al decirme «no eras para tanto»
Vuelvo a recordar lo mal que se me da mentir
Fuiste lo que mas quería
Mi piedra favorita para anclarme a la rutina y mi eterna página
Por ti renunciaría al viernes todas las semanas
Y fuiste lo que más quería
Y ahora me quiero arrepentir
Fuiste moralejas de una fábula de viejas con
Lecciones que no aprendo porque tú les das la vuelta

Me Miento Mal (translation)

One, two, one, two, three and…
You were what I wanted the most
My favorite appetizer in the whole kitchen
And my best sheet to count Sundays turning in bed
Yes, you were what I wanted the most
but i want to repent
You were early mornings that I would not change for anything
You were mine and I so yours that I no longer know who I am missing
But they are not going to tell me that ours was not to live
No, no, they are not going to tell me that the
Time spent with you is time I wasted
It took me ten days and five hundred nights to stop thinking about you
There are aromas that act as a door
Of that room that I promised never to open again
It's been ten days and five hundred nights but look at me I'm still here
And when you told me "you weren't that bad"
I remember again how bad I am at lying
You were what I wanted most
My favorite stone to anchor me to the routine and my eternal page
For you I would give up Friday every week
And you were what I wanted the most
And now I want to repent
You were morals of a fable of old wives with
Lessons I don't learn because you turn them around