
Date of issue: 05.09.2019
Song language: Spanish
Lo Que No Me Dices(original) |
Me manchaste la cama |
Con la indiferencia pintada en tu cara |
Y duele |
Ojos al techo, ausentes |
Este lugar no te pertenece |
Y duele |
Al menos sé que ya no volveré a buscarte |
Al menos sé que ya no volveré aquí |
Al menos sé que ya no volveré a unirme a ti |
Para distanciarme de mí |
Lo que no me dices duele |
Lo que no me dices duele |
Lo que no me dices duele |
Lo que no me dices duele |
Y así, de repente |
Te conviertes en alguien virtual |
Cansada de lo visible |
Yo prefiero lo tangible |
Y así, de repente |
Te conviertes en alguien virtual |
Cansada de lo visible |
Yo prefiero lo tangible |
Al menos sé que ya no volveré a buscarte |
Al menos sé que ya no volveré aquí |
Al menos sé que ya no volveré a unirme a ti |
Para distanciarme de mi |
Y puede que yo me engañe diciendo |
Que solo quiero pasarlo bien |
Cansada de noches sin mañanas |
De noches que no acaban en nada |
Lo que no me dices duele |
Lo que no me dices duele |
Lo que no me dices duele |
Lo que no me dices duele |
Me manchaste la cama |
Con la indiferencia pintada en tu cara |
Y duele |
(translation) |
you stained my bed |
With indifference painted on your face |
And hurts |
Eyes to the ceiling, absent |
This place does not belong to you |
And hurts |
At least I know that I will no longer look for you |
At least I know I won't come back here anymore |
At least I know that I will no longer join you |
to distance myself from me |
What you don't tell me hurts |
What you don't tell me hurts |
What you don't tell me hurts |
What you don't tell me hurts |
And so suddenly |
You become someone virtual |
Tired of the visible |
I prefer the tangible |
And so suddenly |
You become someone virtual |
Tired of the visible |
I prefer the tangible |
At least I know that I will no longer look for you |
At least I know I won't come back here anymore |
At least I know that I will no longer join you |
to distance myself from me |
And maybe I'm fooling myself saying |
I just want to have a good time |
Tired of nights without mornings |
Of nights that do not end in anything |
What you don't tell me hurts |
What you don't tell me hurts |
What you don't tell me hurts |
What you don't tell me hurts |
you stained my bed |
With indifference painted on your face |
And hurts |