El Patio (feat. Delaossa)

The courtyard of your house smells like flowers
And paints the neighborhood with colors
And everything tastes like you, everything tastes like you

In my head there were dark clouds
And black smoke in my lungs
Thinking of you
Thinking of you

Little tears on the table to forget the poison
A sip every time I missed you
The night became long, like your hair
And under the bitter drop that painted the sky
Cigarette butts with lipstick in the ashtray
Remind me that you don't love me the way I want
To fill the void, I just go out and drink
I wake up empty and fall again
Your scent through the doorways freezes the blood
You broke the windows in a bad way
When the lights go out, you're not by my side
The roses cry for you, drying the mint
Mami, how proud you look passing by
All the little eyes stay watching you
Wearing the little medal and white jeans
Those steps light up the neighborhood

The courtyard of your house smells like flowers
And paints the neighborhood with colors
And everything tastes like you
Everything tastes like you

In my head there were dark clouds
And black smoke in my lungs
Thinking of you
Thinking of you

And I remember your scent like that of jasmine
From the neighborhood bathed by the early morning dew
I know you're with another guy and that depresses me
But the truth is, congratulations even though I
Was looking every weekend
For your taste on other lips, the same illusion
That wasn't love, it was an obsession
And the air is fatal to me, I'm in a trap
And I look out every day to the sky to see if it clears up
I cried my tears of lavender color
You are like a debt that is never settled
I'll be awake if you come back tomorrow
Even if you have gray hair and wrinkles on your face
I will never forget that color of your gaze
Green, green, green and it's because

The courtyard of your house smells like flowers
And paints the neighborhood with colors
And everything tastes like you
Everything tastes like you

In my head there were dark clouds
And black smoke in my lungs
Thinking of you
Thinking of you

How it wobbles when you pass by
The water from the fountain in the square
Wears the green dress of hope
At your passing, white doves fly just for you