Te Olvidaste – Lyrics Meaning in English – C. Tangana & Omar Apollo

“Te Olvidaste” (You Forgot) by C. Tangana & Omar Apollo is a raw and emotional song that explores themes of love, loss, and self-destruction. Through its vivid and honest lyrics, the song takes us on a journey of a man reflecting on a past relationship, filled with pain, mistakes, and reckless behavior. The singer recalls moments of addiction, partying, and defiance, while lamenting that his partner has forgotten who they fell in love with. The repetitive cycle of drinking, gambling, and bruised knuckles highlights a deep emotional turmoil, with the refrain oscillating between hurt and life-giving emotions. The song masterfully balances vulnerability with defiance, encapsulating the internal struggle of trying to move forward while still being trapped in the memories of a love that’s slipping away.

Singer: C. Tangana & Omar Apollo

Yo sí recuerdo cuando nos conocimos
Por ahí yo andaba con la novia de un amigo
Ojeras en la cara
Y la nariz untada en perico
Baby, así sigo

I do remember when we met
Back then, I was hanging out with a friend’s girlfriend
Dark circles under my eyes
And my nose covered in cocaine
Baby, that’s how I still am

Has intentado
Demostrarme lo que valgo
Como si yo no amara tanto lo que hago
Voy a pedir más tragos
Voy a tirar los dados
Voy a perder los chavos
Y acabar con los nudillos marcados

You’ve tried
To show me my value
As if I didn’t love so much what I do
I’m going to order more drinks
I’m going to roll the dice
I’m going to lose the money
And end up with bruised knuckles

Te olvidaste de quién te enamoraste (a veces da dolor)
Te olvidaste de quién te enamoraste (a veces me da vida)
Voy a pedir más tragos
Voy a tirar los dados
Voy a perder los chavos
Y acabar con los nudillos marcados, baby

You forgot who you fell in love with (sometimes it hurts)
You forgot who you fell in love with (sometimes it gives me life)
I’m going to order more drinks
I’m going to roll the dice
I’m going to lose the money
And end up with bruised knuckles, baby

Vivo invitando a los compas
Vivo sin mirar las cuentas
Siempre listo pa la gresca
Siempre en farra, siempre en fiesta (siempre igual)
Y si mi vida les molesta (I don’t give a fuck)
Al salir cierren la puerta
Que aquí nadie le ha invitado
No me interesa lo que piensan

I’m always inviting my friends
I live without checking the bills
Always ready for a fight
Always up for a fight
Always partying, always having fun (same as always)
And if my life annoys them (I don’t give a fuck),
Close the door on your way out
‘Cause no one invited you here
I don’t care what they think

Y que se mueran todos los hijos de puta (Todos)
Ojalá se maten todos
Que están hablando a mis espaldas para que caiga
Ojalá se maten todos

And may all the sons of b****es die (all of them)
I hope they all kill each other
They’re talking behind my back hoping I fall
I hope they all kill each other

Voy a pedir más tragos
Voy a tirar los dados
Voy a perder los chavos
Y acabar con los nudillos marcados

I’m going to order more drinks
I’m going to roll the dice
I’m going to lose the money
And end up with bruised knuckles, baby

Te olvidaste de quién te enamoraste (a veces da dolor)
Te olvidaste de quién te enamoraste (a veces me da vida)
Voy a pedir más tragos
Voy a tirar los dados
Voy a perder los chavos
Y acabar con los nudillos marcados, baby

You forgot who you fell in love with (sometimes it hurts)
You forgot who you fell in love with (sometimes it gives me life)
I’m going to order more drinks
I’m going to roll the dice
I’m going to lose the money
And end up with bruised knuckles, baby

Qué vida vivo yo sin olvidarte
Si quieres, baby, háblame
Me dejaste agüitado
Sin embargo aquí ando tomando
Sin parar de pensar en ti
(A veces da dolor, a veces me da vida)

What kind of life do I live without forgetting you
If you want, baby, talk to me
You left me feeling down
Yet here I am, drinking
Without stopping thinking about you
(Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it gives me life)

Voy a pedir más tragos
Voy a tirar los dados
Voy a perder los chavos
Y acabar con los nudillos marcados

I’m going to order more drinks
I’m going to roll the dice
I’m going to lose the money
And end up with bruised knuckles, baby