Demasiadas Mujeres – Lyrics Meaning in English – C. Tangana
“Demasiadas Mujeres” (Too Many Women) by C. Tangana explores the complexities of love and desire through vivid imagery and raw emotions. The song delves into the singer’s reflections on past relationships, capturing moments of fleeting intimacy and longing. From the glamorous backdrop of Milan’s fashion scene to the gritty reality of a Berlin bar, Tangana juxtaposes the highs and lows of romantic encounters. The repetitive chorus emphasizes the overwhelming presence of women in his life, hinting at a struggle between affection and emotional detachment. With its catchy rhythm and poignant lyrics, “Demasiadas Mujeres” resonates with anyone who has grappled with love, loss, and the search for connection in a chaotic world.
Singer: C. Tangana
Desfilaba en Milán
Con 21, campañas de Prada y ahora duerme aquí
La miro pensando “cuánto faltará para que empiece a odiar”
La forma que tengo de amarla tan mal, mi manera de huir
Que no puedo parar
She was walking in Milan
At 21, campaigns for Prada, and now she sleeps here
I look at her thinking, “How long will it be before she starts to hate”
The way I love her so badly, the way I keep running away
And I just can’t stop
No he olvidado el olor
De la que me follé en el baño de un garito, borracho en Berlín
Escuchando un techno que me hacía empujarla como un animal
Música del infierno que sonará el día de mi funeral
Aún me acuerdo de ti
I still remember the smell
Of the girl I was with in a bathroom of a bar, drunk in Berlin
Listening to techno that made me push her like an animal
Hellish music that will play on the day of my funeral
I still remember you
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Too many women
Too many women
Too many women
Too many women
Too many women
Too many women
Too many women
Too many women
Un WhatsApp sin abrir
Hablando de cosa’ que no dicen nada pa’ ver si aún estás
Borracho en Miami, volando pa’ L.A. o de vuelta en Madrid
Cuéntame cosas que no me hagan daño, ¿cuándo volverás?
¿Qué hora es por allí?
An unread WhatsApp
Talking about things that say nothing just to see if you’re still there
Drunk in Miami, flying to L.A., or back in Madrid
Tell me things that won’t hurt me, when will you return?
What time is it over there?
No me puedo olvidar
De la que me dijo que siempre pa’ siempre estaría pa’ mí
De la que decía que solo una noche, y despué’ no hubo má’
De la que que se fue con mis gana’ de amar, mis gana’ de vivir
No la’ he vuelto a encontrar
I can’t forget
The one who told me she’d always be there for me
The one who said just for one night, and then there was no more
The one who left with my desire to love, my desire to live
I haven’t found her again
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Demasiada’ mujere’
Too many women
Too many women
Too many women
Too many women
Too many women
Too many women
Too many women
Too many women
