RAINY DAY

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Rainy day
Feeling blue
Skies are grey
Where are you?
I know I
Shouldn’t feel this way
But I do

Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I swear
We’ll meet again
And we’ll laugh away
That rainy day
From way back then
Rainy day

It’s like a dream an illusion
A wonderful story you can’t remind
You’re the kind who don’t believe in the future
I am the one who’s stuck in the past
It’s a different view from a different point
Feelings you won’t let Inside
I am here for you but you’re not ready for two
Standing behind waiting a sign
Chained heart chained
And we will be heart chained
Is it all we need to live together in a way
After all we’ve crossed we need to rest an be safe
It doesn’t matter to me if you don’t follow the stream
Wind blows and shapes a new wave
I am here with you as long as you want to
Guiding your steps along this way

Tu dicevi troppe cose
Canzoni tinte di rose
Parole graziose
Oh baby oh baby oh
Parlava di poesie
Rose c'est la vie
Il cielo è sceso qui
Oh baby oh baby oh
Bevevo dai suoi vetri
Così grandi, così verdi e tetri
I suoi nudi celibi
Così grandi, severi e mobili
In te
Scese quindi la mia sposa
Incompresa fu la rosa
Come ogni altra cosa
Oh baby oh baby oh
Tu dicevi troppe cose
Canzoni tinte di rose
Parole graziose
Oh baby oh baby oh
Parlava di poesie
Rose c'est la vie
Il cielo è sceso qui
Oh baby oh baby oh
Bevevo dai suoi vetri
Così grandi, così verdi e tetri
I suoi nudi celibi
Così grandi, severi e mobili
In te
Scese quindi la mia sposa
Incompresa fu la rosa
Come ogni altra cosa
Oh baby oh baby oh

There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one

You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home

ES:

no me busques más que estoy cansa'
ya no tengo tiempo pa' tus dramas de sofa
ya no tengo voz para dejarte algún mensaje
ya no tengo riego solo siento un desencaje

estoy desencaja'
no quiero morirme pero si ver el nirvana
soy la Tego Calderon de esta triste balada
el García Lorca y el Calderon de la barca

solo hace teatro
esto es un teatro
ya no siento na'
la catarsis se evapora en cuanto tu te vas
las horas se vuelven flojas metete cristal
por si se te pasa
sad girl aficiona'
por si se te pasa
mis conspiraciones son teorías a estudiar
ni si quiera estoy segura de si me vas a llamar
búscame a las doce en el parque de prosperidad
no se si son mis demonios o eres tu
o es lo mismo, que mas da
que mas da

tengo los bolsillos desgastaos
de tanto meter mano y no sacar taja', no sacar taja'
solo trozos de astillas que me hacen sangrar

siete notas siete colores
siete días fumando polen
siete aros que me he comprao'
siete vírgenes he rezao'

siete notas siete colores
siete días fumando polen
siete años de mala suerte
mi materialismo es mi muerte



EN:

don't look for me any more, I'm tired
I don't have time for your sofa dramas any more
I don't have a voice to leave you a message
I don't have irrigation anymore I just feel a disjoint

I'm disjointed
I don't want to die but I want to see the nirvana
I'm the Tego Calderon of this sad ballad
the Garcia Lorca and the Calderon de la barca

it' s just theater
this is a theater
I don't feel anything anymore
the catharsis evaporates as soon as you're gone
the hours become sluggish get in crystal
in case you get over it
sad girl amateur
just in case you get over it
my conspiracies are theories to be studied
I'm not even sure if you're gonna call me back
look for me at twelve o'clock in prosperity park
I don't know if it's my demons or you
or it's all the same, what difference does it make
what difference does it make

I've got my pockets worn out
from so much reaching in and not getting any slice out, not getting any slice out
just pieces of splinters that make me bleed

seven notes seven colors
seven days smoking pollen
seven hoops that I've bought
seven virgins I have prayed

seven notes seven colors
seven days smoking pollen
seven years of bad luck
my materialism is my death

ES:

estoy cansada y no lo entiendo
intento expresarlo con palabras
y al final salen bostezos

el miedo
de verme en un espejo
y disociar entre la imagen
y entre lo que en si proyecto

casi ni veo cine
desecho mis deseos
ya no hago lo que quiero
porque nunca tengo tiempo
y me lamento
y lo único pienso
es que me come la ciudad
y que me enreda el pelo el viento

pensé que amar sería suficiente
pero me siento sola y peleada con mi mente
no creo en mi talento como antes
no soy la que era antes
no soy suficiente
o soy demasiado grande
no soy nada fuerte
o es que tengo mucho aguante
no recuerdo nada lo que es sentirme bien
con el alma llena como un niño
que empieza a correr

pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de un sueño malgastado
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado

tal vez el camino equivocado
sea siempre el que me ha conquistado
ya tengo el enigma descifrado
el tiempo se pasa muy despacio

no busco na' de nadie
la suerte no me sobra pero siempre se comparte
escribo versos con punto y a parte
porque un punto y seguido implica motivos pa' seguir adelante
pero tranquilas que aquí mando yo
el agua limpia todo y últimamente está lloviendo un montón
no quiero sentir ni un remordimiento nunca más
la sensación que mas me pesa es la de recordar

algún día estaré bien lo puedo asegurar
sentirme a mí misma es suficiente pa' avanzar
igual que el pie que se siente a sí mismo al andar
igual que dos enamorados dentro de un maizal
escribo para mí y para reafirmar
que puede que algún día este cigarro se apague sin más
y no lo entenderás por no haber querido preguntar

ya no te sientas mal por mí me he cambiado de piel
a veces tu recuerdo incluso me sabe a miel
he estado imaginándome que es lo que quiero ser
y solo busco ser más gata que nunca y correr
y correr y correr y correr
y correr


pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de un sueño malgastado
pinto todo de color pastel para creer
que algún día la ternura me va a devolver
todo lo que el tedio y lo que el daño me han quitado
las horas de sueño que las noches me han robado



EN:

I'm tired and I don't understand
I try to put it into words
and in the end yawns come out

the fear
of seeing myself in a mirror
and dissociate between the image
and between what I project

I almost don't watch movies
I discard my desires
I no longer do what I want
because I never have time
and I lament
and the only thing I think
is that the city eats me up
and that the wind is tangling my hair

I thought that loving would be enough
but I feel lonely and at odds with my mind
I don't believe in my talent like before
I'm not what I used to be
I'm not enough
or I'm too big
I'm not strong at all
or is it that I have too much endurance
I don't remember what it's like to feel good
with a soul as full as a child
who starts to run

I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of a wasted dream
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me

maybe the wrong path
is always the one that has conquered me
I already have the enigma deciphered
time goes by very slowly

I'm not looking for anything from anyone
luck is not enough for me but I always share it
I write verses with a full stop, new paragraph
because a full stop, no new paragraph implies reasons to keep going on
but don't worry I'm in charge here
water cleans everything and lately it's been raining a lot
I don't want to feel a single remorse anymore
the feeling that weighs me down the most is the one of remembering

someday I'll be alright I can assure you
feeling myself is enough to move forward
just like the foot that feels itself when walking
just like two lovers inside a cornfield
I write for myself and to reaffirm
that maybe someday this cigarette will go out just like that
and you won't understand because you didn't want to ask

don't feel bad for me anymore I've changed my skin
sometimes your memory even tastes like honey to me
I've been imagining what I want to be
and I'm just trying to be more cat than ever and run
and run and run and run and run
and run

I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of a wasted dream
I paint everything in pastel colors to believe
that someday tenderness will return to me
all that boredom and hurt have taken away from me
the hours of sleep that the nights have stolen from me

ES:

tengo la mirada en el suelo
porque tiemblo si te veo
cada paso que doy es palo de ciego
cada día sin ti es morder el hielo
tengo la mirada en el suelo
pero cuando las cruzamos es volver al día primero
y al cigarro consumiéndose en los dedos
tu buscas perderme pero yo me quedo

pienso cada día
pienso cada noche
pienso en tus mensajes
y en la rabia de ya no sentir tu roce
y escuchar
todo el rato tu nombre
y volver hasta el principio
por miedo a que se me borre
el recuerdo es un arma de doble filo
te llevo siempre en el pecho
pero duele como un tiro
y no puedo más
si me rompes por lo menos dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad

ojalá tenerte y que me quieras de verdad
que tu mente se enderezca y que me sepas valorar
que tu carita de mala no me hubiese hecho caer
que las charlas en el parque no me dejen del revés
que la calle no te mate
que no te vea caer
que tus decisiones fueran hojas de papel
pa' podértelas romper
pa' podértelas romper

no quiero puntos de vista
quiero volver a nacer
no quiero que me comprendas
ni estar fuera de mi piel
quiero sentirme las manos
en la playa de ahí arriba
sentir tus labios con la sal en las encías
no perdono a los cobardes
y no me perdono a mí
por no saber alejarme
cuando me quise morir
pero que penumbra hubiese sentido
si a ti en la vida no te hubiera conocido

te elijo primero
te elijo primero
siempre fuiste tu
siempre fuiste tu
te elijo primero
te elijo primero
el daño es certero
pero como tú
pero como tú
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad
dame un beso de verdad

si me rompes por lo menos dame un beso de verdad


EN:

I have my eyes on the ground
because I tremble if I see you
every step I take is a blind man's stick
every day without you is biting the ice
my eyes are on the ground
but when we cross them it's like going back to day one
and the cigarette burning in my fingers
you seek to lose me but I stay

I think every day
I think every night
I think of your messages
and in the rage of no longer feeling your touch
and hear
your name all the time
and go back to the beginning
for fear of being erased
the memory is a double-edged sword
I always carry you in my chest
but it hurts like a shot
and I can't take it anymore
if you break me at least give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss

I wish I could have you and that you really love me
that your mind would straighten up and that you would know how to value me
that your bad face had not made me fall down
that the chats in the park don't turn me upside down
that the street doesn't kill you
that I don't see you fall
that your decisions were sheets of paper
so that I can tear them up
so that I can tear them up

I don't want points of view
I want to be born again
I don't want you to understand me
nor to be out of my skin
I want to feel my hands
on the beach up there
feel your lips with the salt on my gums
I don't forgive cowards
and I don't forgive myself
for not knowing how to walk away
when I wanted to die
but what a darkness I would have felt
if I had never met you in my life

I choose you first
I choose you first
it was always you
it was always you
I choose you first
I choose you first
the damage is certain
but like you
but like you
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss
give me a real kiss

if you break me at least give me a real kiss