El Caribe en Navidad Lyrics English Translation by Shoda Monkas
(feat. Natos y Waor)
When we didn’t have money, I gave you part of the closet
We made room for two
When two people’s stuff didn’t fit in my bathroom drawers
I’m mama’s baby boy, yeah, my dad says it’s strange
That now we’re looking for a country where it’s sunny on Christmas
To go ring in the new year
Sorry for being right about the things I told you one day
And the hand I pointed with, the one that accuses me and also blesses me
This is my mistake, I made it as many times as I wanted
When I say there’s no other option
You don’t tell me no and you don’t correct me either
Brushing the sand off my feet
I’m staring into a coffee thinking about when we were kids
The sun hitting the VVS is the Caribbean sun
There’s no more missed calls
I think I could get used to this life
With thirty degrees outside and in the drink
My body’s covered in scars and the house is a mess
Full of all that expensive clothes I don’t even wear out of shame
I’ll give it all away to whoever wants it least
‘Cause it only reminds me that one day I forgot who I was
And today I welcome you with a set table, I pay the bill
I do a concert for you, I do another one for the tax man
It kills me knowing you’re right when you complain
My fault if you walk away
‘Cause when I’m by your side (Side)
I’m a little kid again (Kid)
I know I’m always in the studio
I make money to buy you the house of your dreams (Dreams)
I’m mama’s middle child, my best friend is my old man
And if I smile, it’s not that I don’t have problems, I just don’t complain
Brushing the sand off my feet
I’m staring into a coffee thinking about when we were kids
The sun hitting the VVS is the Caribbean sun
There’s no more missed calls
I think I could get used to this life
With thirty degrees outside and in the drink
I answer her calls on draft in case she doesn’t call again
Baby, I keep going for the ones I’ve got behind me
I only go if you go, tell me, bae, where you at
Save me in your contacts with a double A
I don’t know how much is real or not, the best ones always leave
The day I die, it’ll be packed
And we’ll have to swap the crowns for flower ones
If that’s how it is, I don’t want them to cry for me
We grew up locked in during summer, taking apart a bar’s terrace
Without a house by the lake, without a window to see the sea from
I’m crying with my brothers, celebrating the things you don’t see
I’ll still be here waiting for you
Brushing the sand off my feet
I’m staring into a coffee thinking about when we were kids
The sun hitting the VVS is the Caribbean sun
There’s no more missed calls
I think I could get used to this life
With thirty degrees outside and in the drink
Sorry for being right about the things I told you one day
And the hand I pointed with, the one that accuses me and also blesses me
This is my mistake, I made it as many times as I wanted
When I say there’s no other option
You don’t tell me no and you don’t correct me either