Cuando El Agua Hirviendo Lyrics (English Translation) – Milo j

Read the full Cuando El Agua Hirviendo (English Translation) lyrics by Milo j along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Milo J’s music, you can also explore Gil and Ama De Mi Sol, two other songs by Milo J.

[Verse 1]
When boiling water no longer burns
And you are a slave to your history
When you come clean with those badly shed tears
When it sounds strange to hear a “yes”
And you ask time to turn back
When you see the unread pages that are turned
When you see how foolish you were yesterday
And how wrong you still are
You were so happy that you didn’t understand that it isn’t forever
You are alone and you learned to be alone
For living in fear of loving again

I hope they love you the way you wanted

[Chorus]
Three knocks, three knocks, three knocks no more
And to the sound of Villanueva, three knocks no more
Three knocks, three knocks, three knocks no more
To the sound of Villanueva, three knocks no more

[Verse 2]
Now I’m feeling that discomfort
Of wanting to be someone who is no longer there
Right there is the when of my why
And that is the why of my loneliness
Taking short steps toward the altar
But long steps to progress
In the dirty game of being happy, without suffering twice as much
You are alone and you learned to be alone
By living in fear of loving again
I hope they love you the way you wanted

[Bridge]
How bad it must be to be alive so that the end doesn’t scare us
I can’t find a fu*king sailboat on the path of lights
I’m still angry with myself, I’m jinxing other people’s bodies
In the dark corners of the path of lights

[Chorus]
Blows, three blows, three blows no more (Help me with this)
To the tune of Villanueva, three blows no more (Don’t give me any more advice)
Three blows, three blows, three blows no more (I watch the passage of time)
To the tune of Villanueva, three blows no more (Gil)

[Outro]
When the boiling water no longer burns
And you are a slave to your history
When you come clean with those badly shed tears
You are alone and alone You learned to be
For living in fear of loving again
I hope they love you