El Niño de la Hipoteca — Que Te Vaya Bien song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Que Te Vaya Bien" by El Niño de la Hipoteca.
Lyrics
Mis manos echan de menos tus manos
Mis manos echan de menos tu piel
Mis manos echan de menos tu pelo y tu cuello y
Mi dolor echa de menos que me seas infiel
Hoy te echan de menos el café, la sartén, el perfume y las sales de baño
Mi espejo no te ve y añora del 1 al 100 los centímetros de ti que se quitaban
los paños
Creo que desde hace unos meses ya no te recuerdo, ya no te me apareces
Por eso me gustaría verte para saber que se siente cuando no estás
Mis dedos echan de menos tu ombligo
Mis dientes echan de menos aquellas orejas que nunca llevaban pendientes
Basta ya, tanto recordar acabará conmigo
Quizás sea verdad que la utilidad del pasado está en quedarse atrás
La luna en una taza de café
Rebotaba en tus ojos color miel
Te pedí que fueras mi mujer
Aunque con anillos de cordel
He decidido arrancarme la piel
Te la mando por correo, que sepas que
Están ahí los besos que me diste ayer
Ya no te debo nada que te vaya bien
Mis manos echan de menos tus manos
Mis manos echan de menos tu piel
Mis manos echan de menos tu pelo y tu cuello y
Mi dolor echa de menos que me seas infiel
Hoy te echan de menos la perrita y el pez, la lamparilla echa de menos tu sombra
La alfombrilla del PC te añora pero no sé si tanto como extraña tu espalda la
alfombra
Creo que desde hace unos meses ya no te recuerdo, ya no te me apareces
Por eso me gustaría verte para saber que se siente cuando no estás
La luna en una taza de café
Rebotaba en tus ojos color miel
Te pedí que fueras mi mujer
Aunque con anillos de cordel
He decidido arrancarme la piel
Te la mando por correo, que sepas que
Están ahí los besos que me diste ayer
Ya no te debo nada que te vaya bien
Ya no te debo nada que te vaya bien
Ya no te debo nada que te vaya bien
Bien, bien, bien, bien, bien, bien
Bie-e-e-e-e-e-en
He decidido arrancarme la piel
Te la mando por correo, que sepas que
Están ahí los besos que me diste ayer
Ya no te debo nada que te vaya bien
Lyrics translation
My hands miss your hands
My hands miss your skin
My hands miss your hair and your neck and
My pain misses you being unfaithful
Today they miss you coffee, frying pan, perfume and bath salts
My mirror does not see you and miss 1 to 100 centimeters of you that were taken away
cloth
I think for a few months I don't remember you anymore, you don't appear to me anymore
That's why I'd like to see you so I know what it feels like when you're gone
My fingers miss your navel
My teeth miss those ears that never wore earrings
Enough already, so much remembering Will End me
Perhaps it is true that the usefulness of the past lies in falling behind
The moon in a cup of coffee
Bounced in your honey-colored eyes
I asked you to be my wife.
Although with string rings
I've decided to rip my skin off
I'll mail it to you, so you know that
There are the kisses you gave me yesterday.
I don't owe you anything that works for you anymore.
My hands miss your hands
My hands miss your skin
My hands miss your hair and your neck and
My pain misses you being unfaithful
Today you miss the dog and the fish, the lamp misses your shadow
The PC mat misses you but I don't know if as much as your back misses the
carpet
I think for a few months I don't remember you anymore, you don't appear to me anymore
That's why I'd like to see you so I know what it feels like when you're gone
The moon in a cup of coffee
Bounced in your honey-colored eyes
I asked you to be my wife.
Although with string rings
I've decided to rip my skin off
I'll mail it to you, so you know that
There are the kisses you gave me yesterday.
I don't owe you anything that works for you anymore.
I don't owe you anything that works for you anymore.
I don't owe you anything that works for you anymore.
Well, well, well, well, well, well
Bie-e-e-e-e-en
I've decided to rip my skin off
I'll mail it to you, so you know that
There are the kisses you gave me yesterday.
I don't owe you anything that works for you anymore.