Martes 13
De tanto buscarte me he perdido
Yo no era de tomar vino
Y ahora vivo entre labiales, el humo y la perdición
He sufrido tanto pa' olvidarte
Eres el 13 de mis martes
Y es que fue sencillo amarte y difícil decir adiós
Recuerda poquito lo bonito que vivimos
Desde lunes a domingo, qué no dijera si hablara aquel sillón
Con una Corona y un suspiro yo me olvido del dolor
No me impresiona ninguna cadera
Mi güera, te digo, eres mi vida entera
Tus ojos, sabes, son mi perdición
Recuerda poquito lo bonito que vivimos
Y no olvido ese domingo que me entregaste todo tu corazón
Recuerda poquito lo bonito que vivimos en el sillón
Tuesday the 13th
I've searched for you so much, I've lost myself
I never used to drink wine
And now I live among lipsticks, smoke, and ruin
I've suffered so much to forget you
You're the 13th of my Tuesdays
And it was easy to love you and hard to say goodbye
Remember a little of the beautiful times we had
From Monday to Sunday, what would that couch say if it could talk?
With a Corona and a sigh, I forget the pain
No hips impress me anymore
My blonde, I tell you, you're my whole life
Your eyes, you know, are my downfall
Remember a little of the beautiful times we had
And I can't forget that Sunday when you gave me all your heart
Remember a little of the beautiful times we had on the couch