Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Melancolemia, artist - Melendi. Album song Volvamos a empezar, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 28.10.2010
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Melancolemia(original) |
El motivo de esta carta es pedirte que no vuelvas |
Que se ha deshecho la tarta que se apagaron las velas |
No calientan los fogones ya ni corren las cortinas |
Ni si quiere los ratones andan ya por la cocina |
Y a veces una jaula nos da la libertad |
Probablemente de la jaula que hable |
Sea un bar, para olvidar |
Hoy es el día de la melancolemia |
De ahogar tu besos en quintos de cerveza |
Siempre decías que querías ver lugares |
Hoy estoy de acuerdo voy a empezar por lo bares |
Y aunque tenga el corazón aun cerrado por las obras |
Y aunque ultimamente vea el vaso siempre medio vacío |
Te escribo está última carta amor mío |
El motivo de esta carta es pedirte que me entiendas |
Se han marchado mis calcetines pa' ir en busca de tus medias |
Ya no es corriente ni el agua, no me enrroscan las bombillas |
Ya no cierran los cajones porque extrañan tus braguitas |
Y a veces una jaula nos da la libertad |
Probablemente de la jaula que hable |
Sea un bar, para olvidar |
Hoy es el día de la melancolemia |
De ahogar tu besos en quintos de cerveza |
Siempre decías que querías ver lugares |
Hoy estoy de acuerdo voy a empezar por lo bares |
Y aunque tenga el corazón aun cerrado por las obras |
Y aunque ultimamente vea el vaso siempre medio vacío |
Te escribo está última carta amor mío |
Realmente me has querido, no, no lo podrás decir |
Si solo con mirarme, si, te crece la nariz |
Hoy es el día de la melancolemia |
De ahogar tu besos en quintos de cerveza |
Siempre decías que querías ver lugares |
Hoy estoy de acuerdo voy a empezar por lo bares |
Y aunque tenga el corazón aun cerrado por las obras |
Y aunque ultimamente vea el vaso siempre medio vacío |
Te escribo está última carta amor mío |
(translation) |
The reason for this letter is to ask you not to come back |
That the cake has been undone that the candles have gone out |
They do not heat the stoves anymore nor do they draw the curtains |
Not even the mice walk around the kitchen anymore |
And sometimes a cage gives us freedom |
Probably from the cage that I speak |
Be a bar, to forget |
Today is the day of melancholy |
Of drowning your kisses in fifths of beer |
You always said you wanted to see places |
Today I agree I am going to start with the bars |
And although my heart is still closed by the works |
And although lately I see the glass always half empty |
I write you this last letter my love |
The reason for this letter is to ask you to understand me |
My socks have left to go in search of your stockings |
It is no longer current or water, the bulbs do not screw me |
They no longer close the drawers because they miss your panties |
And sometimes a cage gives us freedom |
Probably from the cage that I speak |
Be a bar, to forget |
Today is the day of melancholy |
Of drowning your kisses in fifths of beer |
You always said you wanted to see places |
Today I agree I am going to start with the bars |
And although my heart is still closed by the works |
And although lately I see the glass always half empty |
I write you this last letter my love |
You really loved me, no you can't tell |
Yes, just by looking at me, yes, your nose grows |
Today is the day of melancholy |
Of drowning your kisses in fifths of beer |
You always said you wanted to see places |
Today I agree I am going to start with the bars |
And although my heart is still closed by the works |
And although lately I see the glass always half empty |
I write you this last letter my love |