Tú No Tienes Que Cuidarme
Vanesa Martín
You Don't Have to Take Care of Me
You don't have to take care of me, you don't
I'll know what to do when I come back
Don't compete to be the best
And who left me with a messy back
At the bottom of the sea, I don't make a peep
But I know there's no deal on the shore
If the April Moon looks at me
With her feverish mouth
And her senseless body
I feel like I'm leaving little by little
I'm leaving traces of who I am
By signing a fatal contract
With the immortal muse
That drags me to live
I also lost you
Like the Amelie waltz by Tiersen
Like the water that responds to the wind
From the road, I've learned to say
That the most natural thing
Is what doesn't hide
And I saw you running and pouring more wine
My head doesn't always know how to stop
We're like mimes fighting in front of the mirror
Against their other half
I feel like I'm leaving little by little
I'm leaving traces of who I am
By signing a fatal contract
With the immortal muse
That drags me to live
I also lost you
I feel like I'm leaving little by little
I'm leaving traces of who I am
By signing a fatal contract
With the immortal muse
That drags me to live
I also lost you
I feel like I'm leaving little by little
I'm leaving traces of who I am
By signing a fatal contract
With the immortal muse
That drags me to live
I also lost you
My fatal contract with the muse
My fatal contract
My fatal contract with the muse
My fatal contract with the muse
My fatal contract
My fatal contract with the muse
