Yo Pienso En Aquella Tarde
Yo que soy un animal,
Que no entiendo de nada,
Que todo me sale mal.
Te tuve 100 días dentro de mi cama,
No te supe aprovechar.
Ando perdido pensando que estás sola
Y pude haber sido tu abrigo
Cuelgo de un hilo, rebaño las sobras
Que aún quedan de tu cariño.
Yo que me quiero aliviar
Escribiéndote un tema
Diciéndote la verdad.
Cumplo condena por ese mal día
De haberte dejado marchar.
Yo pienso en aquella tarde
Cuando me arrepentí de todo.
Daría, todo lo daría
Por estar contigo y no sentirme sólo.
A ti que te supo tan mal
Que yo me encariñara con esa facilidad,
Y me emborrachara los días
Que tú no tenías que trabajar.
Era un domingo llegaba después
De tres días comiendo el mundo.
Todo se acaba dijiste mirándome
Que ya no estábamos juntos.
I Think About That Afternoon
I, who am an animal,
Who understands nothing,
For whom everything goes wrong.
I had you in my bed for 100 days,
I didn't know how to make the most of you.
I walk lost thinking that you are alone
And I could have been your shelter
I hang by a thread, gathering the remains
That are still left of your affection.
I, who want to ease the pain
By writing you a song
Telling you the truth.
I serve my sentence for that bad day
Of letting you go.
I think about that afternoon
When I regretted everything.
I would give, I would give everything
To be with you and not feel lonely.
To you, who felt so bad
That I got attached so easily
And spent my days getting drunk
When you didn't have to work.
It was a Sunday, it came after
Three days of conquering the world.
Everything ends, you said looking at me
That we were no longer together.