
Date of issue: 23.02.2017
Song language: Spanish
Rock'n'rolles de Chiquillos(original) |
Sentada en ese banco donde un día prometimos |
Que nadie nos cambiaría, que seríamos los mismos |
Que dar cuatro patadas a un balón fue tu destino |
Que yo te escribiría esta canción en un suspiro… |
Tus diecisiete octubres inocentes, bien mimados |
Mis ganas de quererte traducidas en abrazos |
De peli, manta, rock’nrolles de chiquillos |
De aquel primer amor que me robó el sentido |
Y pasan los años |
Y vuelves a tocar aquí a mi puerta |
Me dices que siempre fui tu cenicienta |
Y que es mi perfume el que tanto tu anhelas |
Que ya estás cansado de princesas muertas |
Que quieren robarte la vida |
Comprárselo todo y tu pases la Visa |
Te juran sus labios y te aman deprisa |
Promesas perdidas… |
Recuerdos de aquel banco donde un día coincidimos |
Después de tantos años un verano desistimos |
Volviste a refrescar de un chapuzón lo «ya perdido» |
Volviste a reventar mi corazón tan malherido |
Y qué tan tonta fui que revolviste mis sentidos |
De otra patada estúpida perdida en el olvido |
Que tú lo has incumplido |
Que ya no eres el mismo |
Que el mundo de ahí afuera te está echando a tí a perder |
Y pasan los años |
Y vuelves a tocar aquí a mi puerta |
Me dices que siempre fui tu cenicienta |
Y que es mi perfume el que tanto tu anhelas |
Que ya estás cansado de princesas muertas |
Que quieren robarte la vida |
Comprárselo todo y tú pases la visa |
Te juran sus labios y te aman deprisa |
Promesas perdidas… |
Y vuelvo a perder |
Me juego las cartas contigo |
El joker tal vez tu peor enemigo |
Que me da la espalda y comienza a llover |
Y he vuelto a caer |
Cruzándome aquí en tu camino |
Esta noche fugaz de derroches y vino… |
Y pasan los años |
Y sigo sentada en el banco |
Hablando a la luna que escucha este llanto |
Un niño, una niña tan llenos de encanto |
Ni Ibiza, ni barcos… |
(translation) |
Sitting on that bench where one day we promised |
That no one would change us, that we would be the same |
That kicking a ball four times was your destiny |
That I would write this song for you in a heartbeat... |
Your seventeen innocent Octobers, well pampered |
My desire to love you translated into hugs |
Of movies, blanket, rock'nrolles of children |
Of that first love that stole my meaning |
And the years go by |
And you come knocking here at my door |
You tell me I was always your Cinderella |
And that it is my perfume that you crave so much |
That you are already tired of dead princesses |
They want to steal your life |
Buy everything and you pass the Visa |
Their lips swear to you and they love you quickly |
Lost promises... |
Memories of that bank where one day we met |
After so many years one summer we gave up |
You returned to refresh what was "already lost" with a dip |
You burst my heart so badly wounded again |
And how foolish was I that you scrambled my senses |
From another stupid kick lost in oblivion |
that you have breached it |
That you are no longer the same |
That the world out there is spoiling you |
And the years go by |
And you come knocking here at my door |
You tell me I was always your Cinderella |
And that it is my perfume that you crave so much |
That you are already tired of dead princesses |
They want to steal your life |
Buy everything and you pass the visa |
Their lips swear to you and they love you quickly |
Lost promises... |
And I lose again |
I play cards with you |
The joker maybe your worst enemy |
That he turns his back on me and it starts to rain |
And I have fallen again |
Crossing me here in your way |
This fleeting night of splurge and wine… |
And the years go by |
And I'm still sitting on the bench |
Speaking to the moon that listens to this cry |
A boy, a girl so full of charm |
Not Ibiza, not boats... |
Name | Year |
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Coral Del Arrecife ft. Sofía Ellar | 2019 |
Perdido en Madrid | 2020 |
Fantasía ft. Sofía Ellar | 2021 |