Café Quijano — Mexicana song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mexicana" by Café Quijano.
Lyrics
Mientras hago la mudanza de las cosas de Mimi,
aparece tu libreta; es la misma que llenaste de dibujos y poemas,
con tu firma.
La lágrima se escapa cuando pienso
en el momento en que dijimos: «Hasta pronto»,
y en aquel último beso.
Sonrío cuando pienso que no se que es lo que siento,
si es nostalgia o me miento,
cuando creo que es recuerdo.
No te olvido mexicana, hoy te extraño tanto mexicana…
Tal vez no sea nostalgia es amor con un después,
quizás sea el destino que se empeña en sorprender,
quien sabe lo que esconde en esa libreta del ayer,
¿quién dice que no es fácil encontrarnos otra vez?
Te imagino en ese instante en el que estamos frente a frente,
esperando a que te acerques, siempre fuiste más valiente.
Y caminas y te acercas, y ni hablas sólo besas,
y me juras que esperabas mi llegada.
No te olvido mexicana, hoy te extraño tanto mexicana…
Tal vez no sea nostalgia es amor con un después,
quizás sea el destino que se empeña en sorprender,
quien sabe lo que esconde esa libreta del ayer,
¿quién dice que no es fácil encontrarnos otra vez?
Lyrics translation
While I'm moving Mimi's stuff,
your notebook appears; it's the same one you filled with drawings and poems,
with your signature.
The tear escapes when I think
the moment we said, " See you soon»,
and that last kiss.
I smile when I think I don't know what I feel,
if it's nostalgia or I'm lying,
when I think it's memory.
I don't forget you Mexican, today I miss you so Mexican…
Maybe it's not nostalgia is love with an after,
perhaps it is fate that strives to surprise,
who knows what he's hiding in that notebook from yesterday,
who says it's not easy to find us again?
I imagine you in that instant when we're face to face,
waiting for you to come closer, you were always braver.
And you walk and you get close, and you don't even talk just kiss,
and you swear to me you were waiting for my arrival.
I don't forget you Mexican, today I miss you so Mexican…
Maybe it's not nostalgia is love with an after,
perhaps it is fate that strives to surprise,
who knows what that notebook of yesterday hides,
who says it's not easy to find us again?