Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Puedo llamarte, artist - Vanesa Martín. Album song Trampas, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 21.09.2009
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Puedo llamarte(original) |
| Ya he lavado todo, no me queda nada, |
| saqué la basura y abrí la terraza, pa que corra el aire y se lleve despacio, |
| este olor a gritos que se me ha quedado. |
| Deshice las cajas, odio las mudanzas, |
| he de acostumbrarme a esta nueva etapa, ya colgué los cuadros, |
| se rompió aquel mueble que nos regalaron un mes de noviembre… |
| Que no me den la voz, la voz, la voz, la voz… |
| porque puedo llamarte… no… |
| Que no me den la voz, la voz, la voz, la voz… |
| porque puedo llamarte… |
| y será mejor que no. |
| Ya se fueron todos, no quedaba hielo, |
| recogí las copas, y encendí un mechero, apagué las luces, me senté en el suelo. |
| Qué difícil verte, no sé si te quiero |
| Que no me den la voz, la voz, la voz, la voz… |
| porque puedo llamarte… no… |
| Que no me den la voz, la voz, la voz, la voz… |
| porque puedo llamarte… |
| Que no me den la voz, la voz, la voz, la voz… |
| porque puedo llamarte… |
| Que no me den la voz, la voz, la voz, la voz… |
| porque puedo llamarte… |
| y será mejor que no. |
| Y será mejor que no… |
| Ya he lavado todo, no me queda nada, |
| saqué la basura y abrí la terraza, pa que corra el aire y se lleve despacio, |
| este olor a gritos que se me ha quedado. |
| (Gracias a Vanessa por esta letra) |
| (translation) |
| I have already washed everything, I have nothing left, |
| I took out the rubbish and opened the terrace, so that the air runs and it blows away slowly, |
| this smell of screaming that has stayed with me. |
| I unpacked the boxes, I hate moving, |
| I have to get used to this new stage, I already hung the paintings, |
| that piece of furniture they gave us one month in November was broken… |
| Don't give me the voice, the voice, the voice, the voice... |
| because I can call you… no… |
| Don't give me the voice, the voice, the voice, the voice... |
| because I can call you... |
| and it will be better than not. |
| They're all gone, there was no ice left, |
| I picked up the glasses, and lit a lighter, turned off the lights, sat on the floor. |
| How hard to see you, I don't know if I love you |
| Don't give me the voice, the voice, the voice, the voice... |
| because I can call you… no… |
| Don't give me the voice, the voice, the voice, the voice... |
| because I can call you... |
| Don't give me the voice, the voice, the voice, the voice... |
| because I can call you... |
| Don't give me the voice, the voice, the voice, the voice... |
| because I can call you... |
| and it will be better than not. |
| And it will be better than not… |
| I have already washed everything, I have nothing left, |
| I took out the rubbish and opened the terrace, so that the air runs and it blows away slowly, |
| this smell of screaming that has stayed with me. |
| (Thanks to Vanessa for these lyrics) |