Cómo Me Gustaría Contarte
Dani Martin
How I Would Like to Tell You
How I would like to tell you
That the song is over
That I remember every Tuesday
When we both ate
Your fleece jacket, your so sad smile
You used to call me brother
The good ones are Los Rodríguez
How I would like to tell you
That we don't live on Luna Street
That our parents are doing well
But we miss you, Ratón
How I would like to tell you
And for you to take off
Elusive from my caresses
That you missed a lot
Where did I keep those kisses I wanted to give you
What did I do with the times I wanted to hug you
Who hides your silences and my desire to cry
I always wait for you on the stairs where you used to shout at me
How I would like to tell you
That dad is still the leader
That mom is now an artist
And that I still sing worse
How I would like to steal you
From the place you went to
And take you to my Zahara
I know you would die of love
How I would like to tell you
That in Mexico they already know it
That while I sing it to them
You always appear there, there
Where did I keep those kisses I wanted to give you
What did I do with the times I wanted to hug you
Who hides your silences and my desire to cry
I always wait for you on the stairs where you used to shout at me
I'm out at nine
How I would like to tell you
