Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cuando Baja La Marea, artist - Yuri.
Date of issue: 03.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
Cuando Baja La Marea(original) |
Aire, en esta linda tarde de verano |
Tu recuerdo es una foto gris |
Que las horas van difuminando |
Que difícil dibujar tus rasgos |
Mediodía después de partir |
Aire, sí tus ojos eran higos negros |
Sí los dientes gajos de limón |
No recuerdo el largo de tus cejas |
Ni siquiera puedo hablar apenas |
De otra cosa que no sea tu olor |
La mente cuando baja la marea |
Por puro instinto de conservación |
Intenta cauterizar cada huella |
Que deja atrás el paso del amor |
La mente cuando baja la marea |
Mostrando la estructura del dolor |
Activa un mecanismo de defensa |
Para que no se ahogue el corazón |
Bello, con tu perfecto perfil tal hebreo |
Desaliñado, lleno de proyectos |
Hombros cargados y zapatos viejos |
Aire, me falta el aire |
En esta linda tarde de verano |
No logro describirte |
Tu recuerdo es una foto gris |
Apenas perfilada |
Que las horas van difuminando |
Oh, no |
Aire, intento dibujar |
Tus rasgos pero casi ya no puedo |
Por mucho que lo intento |
Que difícil es reconocer |
Con todo lo que amamos |
Que no me has dejado apenas huella |
Aire, ahora cuando baja la marea |
Y el naufragio ya es total |
¡Que pena! |
(translation) |
Air, on this beautiful summer afternoon |
Your memory is a gray photo |
That the hours are blurring |
How difficult to draw your features |
noon after departure |
Air, yes your eyes were black figs |
Yes the cloves lemon wedges |
I don't remember the length of your eyebrows |
I can't even barely speak |
Of something other than your smell |
The mind when the tide goes out |
Out of sheer self-preservation |
Try to cauterize every trace |
That leaves behind the step of love |
The mind when the tide goes out |
Showing the structure of pain |
Activate a defense mechanism |
So that the heart does not drown |
Beautiful, with your perfect profile such a Hebrew |
Scruffy, full of projects |
loaded shoulders and old shoes |
Air, I lack air |
On this beautiful summer afternoon |
I can't describe you |
Your memory is a gray photo |
barely profiled |
That the hours are blurring |
Oh no |
Air, I try to draw |
Your features but I almost can't anymore |
As much as I try |
how difficult it is to recognize |
with everything we love |
That you have hardly left a mark on me |
Air, now when the tide goes out |
And the shipwreck is already total |
What a pity! |