01. Cabeldi - Corazón(Prod. Savoy)

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Prod. Savoy
Rec and mix by S.E.Q.
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Video by Luis Solana

TRANSLATION ( by Cabeldi and Brivid):

CHORUS:

It is easy to part ways, one piece of me said to another.
How hard it is to love yourself when you are used to suffering.
Repairing ourselves became stopping and repeating.
To be able to escape first you must know how to get out.

FIRST VERSE:

The best exercise is to detach, to love again without end.
And my challenge: not allowing myself to get lost.
Staying still without running away.
Before destroying myself, I said I love you and the echo answered.
Since then I’ve kept silence, like Mr. Bean.

I don’t waste energy on pretending.
I flowed again with the future.
I look at the jasmine and I listen to a violin.
I forgot to live prisoner of showing off.
It is a subtle pleasure, beating doesn't hurt anymore.
However, I spend the day tired, the night comes, and I can't sleep.

Love represents me.
After months without snacks I tried to relieve the storm and here you see me.
I value my whole being.
I come back from the oceans, like Michael Phelps
Now every breath nourishes.

Love cannot be stopped.
Hatred is useless, like covering to breastfeed.
How are you going to forget the person who made you fly?
Even if there was an end.
Her eyes hide the sea and I could drown, but her lips tasted like home.

CHORUS:

How easy is it to separate, one part of me said to another?
How hard it is to love yourself when you are used to suffering.
Fixing myself became stopping and flourishing.
To be able to escape, first you must know how to get out.

SECOND VERSE:

It ended but I'm not going to destroy myself.
I already assimilated that the only simile I have it's the word suffering.
Happiness said to my hope “we have to go”.
And there I cried, like Italy for Pirlo.

I will continue.
If I lose my breath I won't be in a lack of attempts,
I do it for myself to be able to live free.
Exhausted, I served my heart as food to bite the bullet, like in the stories.
And it is true, I don't promise anymore.

It is a pleasure to know the port,
but I feel like the Titanic because I was the only witness of my sinking.
In slow times of lament, I lick my scar.
Only the moment exists, and I deserve to be happy.

I already sank and went afloat,
with the lungs full of love, in an ocean of pain.
I live far from resentment, I'd rather go with the flow.
Learning is better than forgetting.
Breathing is feeding.
Hatred is no need for me, when love is unstoppable.

Peace.

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