Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song En el Fondo del Vaso, artist - Sharif. Date of issue: 07.10.2021
Song language: Spanish
En el Fondo del Vaso(original) |
| Ando peleado con la realidad |
| Me pesa demasiado esta inseguridad |
| Acércate a mi boca y quítame el disfraz |
| Y me curas el invierno… |
| Esclavo de la noche y su hospitalidad |
| Conozco las espinas de la soledad |
| Recorro las esquinas de cada ciudad |
| Ya sé que nada es eterno… |
| Busco medio gramo de felicidad |
| Justo en mitad de la luz y de la oscuridad |
| Sé que el destino se parece a la casualidad |
| Pregúntale a mi cuaderno… |
| Si ando siempre a cuestas con esta ansiedad |
| Si solo entre sus piernas hallo mi verdad |
| Si escribo pa' engañar a la fatalidad |
| Entre el cielo y el infierno… |
| Y en el fondo del vaso, puedo ver una cicatriz |
| Todos esos trenes donde nunca subí |
| Los besos y los versos que jamás escribí |
| Mientras… |
| Voy borrando los pasos, que he dejado detrás de mí |
| Para que nunca más ya me consigan seguir |
| Todos los errores que yo ya cometí |
| Y es que ya no, ya no, ya no… |
| Huyo de las cosas que prometí |
| Y es que ya no, ya no, ya no… |
| Soy todos los fallos que cometí |
| Y es que ya no, ya no, ya no… |
| Huyo de las cosas que prometí |
| Y es que ya no, ya no, ya no… |
| Soy todos los fallos que cometí |
| Yeah, dice… |
| No siempre las promesas que hice las mantuve |
| Pero supe compartir todo aquello que tuve |
| He sido el fuego rojo que baila y que sube |
| El humo del cigarro que sueña ser nube |
| Y en este mundo cabe todo aquello que imagines |
| Pues hay gente de verdad y hay gente de mentira |
| Hay quien baila solamente para que le miren |
| Y hay quien baila solamente cuando nadie mira |
| Y en el fondo del vaso, puedo ver una cicatriz |
| Todos esos trenes donde nunca subí |
| Los besos y los versos que jamás escribí |
| Mientras… |
| Voy borrando los pasos, que he dejado detrás de mí |
| Para que nunca más ya me consigan seguir |
| Todos los errores que yo ya cometí |
| Y es que ya no, ya no, ya no… |
| Huyo de las cosas que prometí |
| Y es que ya no, ya no, ya no… |
| Soy todos los fallos que cometí |
| Y es que ya no, ya no, ya no… |
| Huyo de las cosas que prometí |
| Y es que ya no, ya no, ya no… |
| Soy todos los fallos que cometí |
| (Y es que ya no) |
| Y es que ya no, ya no, ya no… |
| (Y es que ya no) |
| Y es que ya no, ya no, ya no… |
| (Y es que ya no) |
| Y es que ya no, ya no, ya no… |
| (Y es que ya no) |
| Y es que ya no, ya no, ya no… |
| (translation) |
| I'm fighting with reality |
| This insecurity weighs me too much |
| Come closer to my mouth and take off my disguise |
| And you heal my winter... |
| Slave of the night and his hospitality |
| I know the thorns of loneliness |
| I walk the corners of every city |
| I know that nothing is eternal... |
| I'm looking for half a gram of happiness |
| Right in between the light and the dark |
| I know fate looks like chance |
| Ask my notebook... |
| If I'm always on the slopes with this anxiety |
| If only between her legs I find my truth |
| If I write to cheat fatality |
| Between heaven and hell… |
| And at the bottom of the glass, I can see a scar |
| All those trains I never got on |
| The kisses and the verses that I never wrote |
| While… |
| I'm erasing the steps, that I have left behind me |
| So that they can never follow me again |
| All the mistakes that I already made |
| And it's not anymore, not anymore, not anymore... |
| I run from the things I promised |
| And it's not anymore, not anymore, not anymore... |
| I am all the mistakes I made |
| And it's not anymore, not anymore, not anymore... |
| I run from the things I promised |
| And it's not anymore, not anymore, not anymore... |
| I am all the mistakes I made |
| Yeah, it says... |
| Not always the promises I made I kept |
| But I knew how to share everything I had |
| I have been the red fire that dances and rises |
| The smoke of the cigarette that dreams of being a cloud |
| And in this world there is room for everything you imagine |
| Well, there are real people and there are fake people |
| There are those who dance just to be seen |
| And there are those who dance only when no one is looking |
| And at the bottom of the glass, I can see a scar |
| All those trains I never got on |
| The kisses and the verses that I never wrote |
| While… |
| I'm erasing the steps, that I have left behind me |
| So that they can never follow me again |
| All the mistakes that I already made |
| And it's not anymore, not anymore, not anymore... |
| I run from the things I promised |
| And it's not anymore, not anymore, not anymore... |
| I am all the mistakes I made |
| And it's not anymore, not anymore, not anymore... |
| I run from the things I promised |
| And it's not anymore, not anymore, not anymore... |
| I am all the mistakes I made |
| (And it's not anymore) |
| And it's not anymore, not anymore, not anymore... |
| (And it's not anymore) |
| And it's not anymore, not anymore, not anymore... |
| (And it's not anymore) |
| And it's not anymore, not anymore, not anymore... |
| (And it's not anymore) |
| And it's not anymore, not anymore, not anymore... |