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! |