Como un billete de avión - Vanesa Martín

Era la primera vez que el corazón me dio la espalda

Pude aparecer con alguien que en mi vida no sumó

Perdoné sus arrebatos y acolché sus dulces garras

Como si el quitarle hierro a lo malo fuera mejor

Reclamó mis intenciones como un billete de avión

Cuando me daba la vuelta hizo copia de mis llaves

Me cambió el papel de sitio, supuestamente ordenó

Demasiadas conclusiones para un no tan miserable

Ya se fue

Y de lejos me sigue mirando

Ojalá Dios medie y le vaya muy bien

De lo que pudo haber sido ya ni hablo

Ya se fue

Y a mi casa ha vuelto el olor a verano

Vuelvo a no tener agenda y a beber

En fuentes ajenas cada vez que salgo

Remolque mis dudas llenas de deseos tan primarios

Me gustaba mi rutina, no ser fiel a su reloj

Pronuncié las aclamadas palabritas del olvido

Desde el principio lo supe, no sé bien que me frenó

Ya se fue

Y de lejos me sigue mirando

Ojalá dios medie y le vaya muy bien

De lo que pudo haber sido ya ni hablo

Ya se fue

Y a mi casa ha vuelto el olor a verano

Vuelvo a no tener agenda y a beber

En fuentes ajenas cada vez que salgo

Ya se fue, y a mi casa ha vuelto el olor a verano

Vuelvo a no tener agenda y a beber

En fuentes ajenas cada vez que salgo

Ya se fue, ya se fue, ya se fue

Ya se fue, (ya se fue, ya se fue)

Ya se fue, (ya se fue, ya se fue)

Ya se fue (ya se fue)

Ya se fue (Ya se fue)

Ya se fue (Ya se fue)

Ya se fue

It was the first time that the heart turned its back on me

I was able to appear with someone who in my life did not add

I forgave her outbursts and padded her sweet claws

As if taking iron away from bad was better

Claimed my intentions like a plane ticket

When I turned around she made a copy of my keys

She changed my site paper, supposedly ordered

Too many conclusions for a not so miserable

He's gone

And from afar he keeps looking at me

I hope God mediates and it goes very well

I'm not even talking about what could have been

He's gone

And the smell of summer has returned to my house

I go back to not having an agenda and drinking

In foreign sources every time I go out

Tow my doubts full of desires so primal

I liked my grind, not be true to your clock

I pronounced the acclaimed little words of oblivion

I knew from the beginning, I don't know that he stopped me

He's gone

And from afar he keeps looking at me

I hope God mediates and it goes very well

I'm not even talking about what could have been

He's gone

And the smell of summer has returned to my house

I go back to not having an agenda and drinking

In foreign sources every time I go out

It's already gone, and the smell of summer has returned to my house

I go back to not having an agenda and drinking

In foreign sources every time I go out

It's gone, it's gone, it's gone

It's already gone, (it's already gone, it's already gone)

It's already gone, (it's already gone, it's already gone)

It's already gone (it's already gone)

It's already gone (It's already gone)

It's already gone (It's already gone)

He's gone