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WE WERE TWO

Quevedo

ÉRAMOS DOS

Hola
No sé si estás con alguien o sola
Pero todo me duele
Y necesito dejar de pensar

Fumo pa' olvidarte, bebo pa' olvidarte
Pero hay cosas que no se pueden borrar
Dos almas vibrando no deben dudar
Y ahora prefieres ni saludar

No quería que te fuera'
Hurgando en la herida por más que me duela
Ni nada, ni nadie, ni escribir me consuela
Ya conocí las dos caras de la moneda

Antes éramos dos
Ahora tengo hueco de sobra en la cama
Quiero dártelo todo
Pero parece que no tienes ganas

Dale, no juegues con fuego, bebé
Si sabes que te puedes quemar
Que cuando sales y bebe' de nuevo
Me dan ganas de con otra despertar

Antes me quería' o eso parecía
Llegabas de noche y te ibas por el día, mmm, yeah
De tanto gritar le cae la policía
El día siguiente hacía' que no me conocía'

Mami, así me tiene'
De ese booty recuerdo' van, recuerdo' vienen
No te haga', si sabe' que en cualquier rincón de mi casa todavía tiene restos de tu ADN

Dale, mami, cuéntale
Al bobo ese con el que ahora ande'
Que en lo que yo te echo una, él te echa tre'
Y que no te olvida' de cómo era ante'

Cómo era ante' de to'
De la music, el money, de to'
De cuando no había horas en el reloj
De todo eso que ya no existe y que me hace pensar en cuando

Antes éramos dos
Ahora tengo hueco de sobra en la cama
Quiero dártelo todo
Pero parece que no tiene' gana' (yeah-yeah)

Dale, no juegue' con fuego
Bebé, si sabe' que te puede' quemar
Que cuando sales y bebe' de nuevo
Me dan ganas de con otra despertar (con otra despertar)

Nada va a hacer que to' esto cambie
Delicada y yo perdiendo el juicio como Kanye
Imposible no mirarla cuando ella cruza la calle
Ella no es mía, pero no sé si de nadie

Antes éramos dos
Ahora tengo hueco de sobra en la cama
Quiero dártelo todo
Pero parece que no tiene' gana'

Dale, no juegue' con fuego, bebé
Si sabe' que te puede' quemar
Que cuando sales y bebe' de nuevo
Me dan ganas de con otra despertar

WE WERE TWO

Hello
I don't know if you're with someone or alone
But everything hurts me
And I need to stop thinking

I smoke to forget you, I drink to forget you
But there are things that can't be erased
Two souls vibrating should not doubt
And now you prefer not even to greet

I didn't want you to leave
Digging into the wound no matter how much it hurts me
Neither anything, nor anyone, nor writing consoles me
I already knew both sides of the coin

Before we were two
Now I have plenty of space in bed
I want to give you everything
But it seems like you're not interested

Go on, don't play with fire, baby
If you know you can get burned
That when you go out and drink again
I feel like waking up with someone else

Before you loved me or it seemed like it
You would come at night and leave by day, mmm, yeah
From shouting so much, the police show up
The next day you acted like you didn't know me

Mami, that's how you have me
From that booty I remember, memories come and go
Don't do it, if you know that in any corner of my house there are still traces of your DNA

Go on, mami, tell him
To that fool you're with now
That while I give you one, he gives you three
And that you don't forget how it used to be

How it used to be before
From the music, the money, everything
From when there were no hours on the clock
From all that no longer exists and makes me think of when

Before we were two
Now I have plenty of space in bed
I want to give you everything
But it seems like you're not interested (yeah-yeah)

Go on, don't play with fire
Baby, if you know you can get burned
That when you go out and drink again
I feel like waking up with someone else (waking up with someone else)

Nothing will make all this change
Delicate and I losing my mind like Kanye
Impossible not to look at her when she crosses the street
She's not mine, but I don't know if she belongs to anyone

Before we were two
Now I have plenty of space in bed
I want to give you everything
But it seems like you're not interested

Go on, don't play with fire, baby
If you know you can get burned
That when you go out and drink again
I feel like waking up with someone else

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