Translation of the song lyrics Caprichoso - Vanesa Martín

Caprichoso (original)

Caprichoso, despiadado, nos mordemos,
nos besamos, nos dañamos con las manos con las que
acariciamos.
Tu me miras, yo de espaldas te aconsejo
que no sigas, a veces me canso de ir descalza por tu
vida, de repente me tocas el pelo en mi espalda cuatro
dedos y me quedo quieta ahi.
Y me veo en la encrucijada de quedarme con las ganas o tumbarme y seguir…
Cuando no te tengo, te busco, me pierdo y me consumo.
Y cuando te encuentro, se desvian mis señales de humo…
Con el humo de un cigarro se me ponen rojos los ojos…
Hay quien dice que no me convienes que esto tan solo
entretiene, del portazo que ayer di, la foto rompí.
Tu me miras, yo de espaldas te aconsejo que no sigas,
a veces me canso de ir descalza por tu vida,
de repente me tocas el pelo en mi espalda cuatro dedos
y me quedo quieta ahi.
Y me veo en la encrucijada de
quedarme con las ganas o tumbarme y seguir…
Con el humo de un cigarro se me ponen rojos los ojos
Con el humo de un cigarro se me ponen rojos los ojos…
(Gracias a Vanessa por esta letra)

Caprichoso (translation)

Capricious, ruthless, we bite each other,
we kiss, we hurt ourselves with the hands with which
we caress
You look at me, I advise you from behind
that you do not continue, sometimes I get tired of going barefoot for your
life, suddenly you touch my hair on my back four
fingers and I stand there.
And I see myself at the crossroads of staying with the desire or lying down and continuing...
When I don't have you, I look for you, I lose myself and I consume myself.
And when I find you, my smoke signals are diverted...
With the smoke of a cigarette my eyes turn red...
There are those who say that you do not suit me that this is just
entertains, from the slam of the door that I gave yesterday, I broke the photo.
You look at me, with my back turned I advise you not to continue,
sometimes I get tired of going barefoot through your life,
suddenly you touch my hair on my back four fingers
and I stand still there.
And I see myself at the crossroads of
stay with the desire or lie down and continue…
With the smoke of a cigarette my eyes turn red
With the smoke of a cigarette my eyes turn red...
(Thanks to Vanessa for these lyrics)