Me Miento Mal - Bely Basarte

Un, dos, un dos, tres y…

Fuiste lo que más quería

Mi aperitivo favorito en toda la cocina

Y mi mejor sábana para contar domingos dando vueltas en la cama

Sí, fuiste lo que más quería

Pero me quiero arrepentir

Fuiste madrugadas que no cambiaría por nada

Fuiste mío y yo tan tuya que ya no se quien me falta

Pero no me van a decir que lo nuestro no era vivir

No, no, no me van a decir que el

Tiempo que pase contigo es tiempo que perdí

Tarde diez días y quinientas noches en dejar de pensar en ti

Hay aromas que hacen de puerta

De esa habitación que prometí nunca volver a abrir

Tarde diez días y quinientas noches pero mírame sigo aquí

Y al decirme «no eras para tanto»

Vuelvo a recordar lo mal que se me da mentir

Fuiste lo que mas quería

Mi piedra favorita para anclarme a la rutina y mi eterna página

Por ti renunciaría al viernes todas las semanas

Y fuiste lo que más quería

Y ahora me quiero arrepentir

Fuiste moralejas de una fábula de viejas con

Lecciones que no aprendo porque tú les das la vuelta

One, two, one, two, three and…

You were what I wanted the most

My favorite appetizer in the whole kitchen

And my best sheet to count Sundays turning in bed

Yes, you were what I wanted the most

but i want to repent

You were early mornings that I would not change for anything

You were mine and I so yours that I no longer know who I am missing

But they are not going to tell me that ours was not to live

No, no, they are not going to tell me that the

Time spent with you is time I wasted

It took me ten days and five hundred nights to stop thinking about you

There are aromas that act as a door

Of that room that I promised never to open again

It's been ten days and five hundred nights but look at me I'm still here

And when you told me "you weren't that bad"

I remember again how bad I am at lying

You were what I wanted most

My favorite stone to anchor me to the routine and my eternal page

For you I would give up Friday every week

And you were what I wanted the most

And now I want to repent

You were morals of a fable of old wives with

Lessons I don't learn because you turn them around