Carita Empapada
No sabe igual la botella de vino
Si no estás conmigo
Con quien estás esta noche de frío
Si no estás conmigo
Yo quisiera olvidarte
Cómo espiral te clavaste
Dime porque la cagaste
Yo te cuide
Por mil oros te esperé
Y tú nunca llegaste
Por eso esperaba con la carita empapada
Que llegaras con rosas, como esas que me dabas
Cuando tú me decías que solo a mí me querías
Ya no creo en esas cosas y a la mierda las rosas
Y es que yo ya me cansé
De preguntar ¿qué haces?
Y de que en la cama hagamos las paces
Y de que a veces me llames Lucía
Con ella la noche conmigo el día
¿Que te pasa?
Porque tienes dos llaves y una sola casa
Y yo creí que tú y yo nos íbamos a casar
Otra vez estoy borracha sola en casa
Ay ¿que te pasa?
Por eso esperaba con la carita empapada
Que llegaras con rosas, como esas que me dabas
Cuando tú me decías que solo a mí me querías
Ya no creo en esas cosas y a la mierda las rosas
Por eso esperaba con la carita empapada
Que llegaras con rosas, como esas que me dabas
Cuando tú me decías que solo a mí me querías
Ya no creo en esas cosas y a la mierda las rosas
Soaked Face
The bottle of wine doesn't taste the same
If you're not with me
Who are you with on this cold night
If you're not with me
I wish I could forget you
How you embedded like a spiral
Tell me why you messed up
I took care of you
I waited for you for a thousand hours
And you never arrived
That's why I waited with a soaked face
For you to arrive with roses, like the ones you used to give me
When you told me you only loved me
I no longer believe in those things and to hell with the roses
And I'm tired
Of asking what you're doing
And of making peace in bed
And sometimes you call me Lucía
With her the night, with me the day
What's wrong with you?
Why do you have two keys and one house?
And I thought you and I were going to get married
Once again, I'm drunk alone at home
What's wrong with you?
That's why I waited with a soaked face
For you to arrive with roses, like the ones you used to give me
When you told me you only loved me
I no longer believe in those things and to hell with the roses
That's why I waited with a soaked face
For you to arrive with roses, like the ones you used to give me
When you told me you only loved me
I no longer believe in those things and to hell with the roses