El Amor Que Me Tenía (part. Pablo Alborán)

In Soho, there’s a café where I hide
And in Paris, I lost the love you had for me
Lying on the couch in my own little world

Alone, more than all the Buendías
I don’t know when I forgot that routine
Is the dessert on the menu for the suicidal
Digging won’t get you to the top

And you don’t complain about the rain in the drought
And I want to escape, maybe
I want to forget, perhaps
I want to be alone

And let silence take care of me
And I want to come back, I don’t know
Ask for your forgiveness, maybe
I don’t want anything
Then I want everything
Then I don’t know anymore

I have a dream that doesn’t dream of anything
Except not dreaming of your waist
Sadness has gotten all vain on me
And I’m getting used to this torture

My nostalgia smokes joints in Havana
And in the old town, my ball still bounces
With your name, the crossword won’t fill
And love is never love if it’s not stupid

And I want to escape, maybe
I want to forget, perhaps
I want to be alone
And let silence take care of me

And I want to come back, I don’t know
Ask for your forgiveness, maybe
I don’t want anything
Then I want everything
Then I don’t know anymore
In Soho, there’s a café where I hide
And in Paris, I lost the love you had for me