La Quinta Estación — Te supieron a poco song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Te supieron a poco" by La Quinta Estación.
Lyrics
Mientras brille la luna
Mientras dure el aroma,
De las flores marchitas
Que dejaste al partir.
Mientras dure la lluvia
Seguiré con la duda,
De seguir encerrada
O salir a mojarme por ti.
Pero solo me queda
Cargar con la culpa,
Para hacerme la idea
De que no estás aquí.
Tal vez fuiste un sueño,
Tal vez solo un fantasma,
De la noche de agosto
Que entro por mi ventana
Para robar mi alma
Para incendiar mi cama.
Pero mientras los días
Pasen por mi ventana
Y me siga negando
Aceptar que perdí.
Seguiré imaginando, el azul de tu ojos
Mientras bebo mentiras de los labios de otro
Tal vez fue que mis besos te supieron a poco.
Mientras esta guitarra
Siga desafinada,
Mientras siga esperando
A que vuelva tu voz.
A romper mis oídos
Con canciones amargas,
Y al pasar la tormenta
Solo quedan palabras,
Que me roban el alma
Que incendian mi cama.
Pero mientras los días
Pasen por mi ventana
Y me siga negando
Aceptar que perdí.
Seguiré imaginando, el azul de tu ojos
Mientras bebo mentiras de los labios de otro
Tal vez fue que mis besos te supieron a poco.
Pero mientras los días
Pasen por mi ventana
Y me siga negando
Aceptar que perdí.
Seguiré imaginando, el azul de tu ojos
Mientras bebo mentiras de los labios de otro
Tal vez fue que mis besos te supieron a poco.
Lyrics translation
As long as the moon shines as long as the scent lasts, of the wilted flowers you left when you left.
As long as the rain lasts, I'll be in doubt, whether I'm still locked up or going out to get wet for you.
But all I have to do is take the blame, to get the idea that you're not here.
Maybe you were a dream, maybe just a ghost, of the night of August that I walked in through my window to steal my soul to burn my bed.
But as long as the days go by my window and you keep refusing to accept that I lost.
I'll keep imagining, the blue of your eyes while I drink lies from someone else's lips maybe it was my kisses that little knew you.
As long as this guitar stays out of tune, as long as it's waiting for your voice to come back.
To break my ears with bitter songs, and as the storm passes only words remain, that steal my soul that burn my bed.
But as long as the days go by my window and you keep refusing to accept that I lost.
I'll keep imagining, the blue of your eyes while I drink lies from someone else's lips maybe it was my kisses that little knew you.
But as long as the days go by my window and you keep refusing to accept that I lost.
I'll keep imagining, the blue of your eyes while I drink lies from someone else's lips maybe it was my kisses that little knew you.