Chistes Malos Lyrics English Translation by Xavibo
When I thought I’d forgotten you,
A photo from last year reminds me.
Your laughter, like when I made bad jokes,
That dimple was never so pronounced.
When I believed I’d forgotten you,
A photo from last year brings it back.
I still can’t listen to Ed Maverick without thinking about
Cold nights tangled up in sleep.
In the corner of the photo, just in case I had to be cropped out,
She thought I followed her everywhere.
She laid a breadcrumb trail, caught me when I wasn’t hungry,
But someone mentioned your name yesterday afternoon.
What’s happened to you?
Have you forgotten?
The cheesecakes and the drawings on the steamy glass,
And my teary eyes in your parked car,
Because it was impossible for me to withstand a second round.
With you, I was like a cat in water,
A wound that doesn’t bleed, a bird that doesn’t sing,
A word on the tip of my tongue about to be forgotten,
And a bubble in the air about to burst.
How beautiful Buenos Aires is when you’re in front of it.
When I thought I’d forgotten you,
A photo from last year reminds me.
Your laughter, like when I made bad jokes,
That dimple was never so pronounced.
When I believed I’d forgotten you,
A photo from last year brings it back.
I still can’t listen to Ed Maverick without thinking about
Cold nights tangled up in sleep.
It’s not that I was bad off without you, but to be honest,
If you ring my phone, I cancel all my plans.
You softened my heart only to turn it into ice,
You flying in another seat, me thinking of you on another flight.
I don’t know if you feel alone,
If you’re still with the same people.
We were two amidst the waves.
Without your voice, everything feels like a dog without water,
A wound that doesn’t bleed, a bird that doesn’t sing,
A word on the tip of my tongue about to be forgotten,
And a bubble in the air about to burst.
How beautiful Buenos Aires is when you’re in front of it.
When I thought I’d forgotten you,
A photo from last year reminds me.
Your laughter, like when I made bad jokes,
That dimple was never so pronounced.
When I believed I’d forgotten you,
A photo from last year brings it back.
I still can’t listen to Ed Maverick without thinking about
Cold nights tangled up in sleep.