Paroles et traduction Tomas the Latin Boy - Tu Receta

Tu Receta

Ay desde que yo desperté
Todo lo veo al revés
Volviendo a mi una parte, de ayer
Sin miedo a perder
Jugar como un niño, solo con su instinto
Perderme por el camino
A ciegas camino, mientras me persigno
Poder encontrarme contigo
Desde que probé tu receta, nada es igual
Todo me sabe amargo
No hay manos como esas, que me sepan amar
Te has convertido en mi ritual
Desde que probé tu receta nada es igual
Si no te tengo aquí
No hay manos como esas, que me sepan amar
Quiero morir en tu jardín
Probé tu receta y me dejo mal
Probé tu receta y no hay nada igual
Probé tu receta y me dejo mal
Probé tu receta y no hay nada igual
Ya no se quien soy, ni para donde voy
Me perdí completo, por seguir tu sol
Tu mi identidad, la que en mi refleja
Esa forma enferma, en la que tu me besas
Jugar como un niño, solo con su instinto
Perderme por el camino
A ciegas camino, mientras me persigno
Poder encontrarme contigo
Desde que probé tu receta, nada es igual
Todo me sabe amargo
No hay manos como esas, que me sepan amar
Te has convertido en mi ritual
Desde que probé tu receta nada es igual

Si no te tengo aqui
No hay manos como esas, que me sepan amar
Quiero morir en tu jardín
Probé tu receta y me dejo mal
Probé tu receta y no hay nada igual
Probé tu receta y me dejo mal
Probé tu receta y no hay nada igual
Pasando una prueba sola, de tu tierna maldad
Para ponerme de cabeza, corriendo por la vida
Tu fanático fiel, el que siempre por ti
Todo lo va a postar, aunque a punte a perder
Jugar como un niño, solo con su instinto
Perderme por el camino
A ciegas camino, mientras me persigno
Poder encontrarme contigo

Your Recipe

Oh, since I woke up,
I see everything in reverse.
Going back to a part of me, from yesterday,
Without fear of losing.
Playing like a child, only with his instinct,
Getting lost along the way.
Walking blindly, while crossing myself,
Hoping to meet you.
Since I tried your recipe, nothing is the same.
Everything tastes bitter to me.
There are no hands like yours, that can love me.
You've become my ritual.
Since I tried your recipe, nothing is the same.
If I don't have you here,
There are no hands like yours, that can love me.
I want to die in your garden.
I tried your recipe and it's killing me.
I tried your recipe and nothing is the same.
I tried your recipe and it's killing me.
I tried your recipe and nothing is the same.
I no longer know who I am or where I'm going.
I'm completely lost, for following your sun.
You are my identity, the one you reflect in me.
That sick way you kiss me.
Playing like a child, only with his instinct,
Getting lost along the way.
Walking blindly, while crossing myself,
Hoping to meet you.
Since I tried your recipe, nothing is the same.
Everything tastes bitter to me.
There are no hands like yours, that can love me.
You've become my ritual.
Since I tried your recipe, nothing is the same.

If I don't have you here,
There are no hands like yours, that can love me.
I want to die in your garden.
I tried your recipe and it's killing me.
I tried your recipe and nothing is the same.
I tried your recipe and it's killing me.
I tried your recipe and nothing is the same.
Going through a test alone, of your gentle evil,
To turn my head upside down, running through life.
Your faithful fanatic, the one who will always for you,
Stake everything, even if it means losing.
Playing like a child, only with his instinct,
Getting lost along the way.
Walking blindly, while crossing myself,
Hoping to meet you.