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Listen & Lyrics: Carmen DeLeon ‘Cafécito’

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Carmen DeLeon debuted her new single “Cafécito.”
The track has a personal meaning for DeLeon as she wrote the tune in memory of her grandfathers. “Cafécito” translates to “little coffee” in English. The song explores the forgotten memories that come back when you’re just going about your daily routine.
“I wrote ‘Cafécito’ about the loss of a loved one,” DeLeon said. “My specific inspiration was the loss of my grandfathers. All the things I mention in the song – coffee, toast with jam, enjoying each new day with the people they loved – those were the things that were special to them. But this song is an anthem for anyone who has experienced loss. My hope is that you sense the common emotion and know that we’re all grieving together.”

‘Cafecito’ Lyrics

Eran las ocho y desperté
Miré a mi lado
Y te busqué
Aaaaaaaaaaaa
Qué hora
Te vuelvo a ver
Vi tu sombra

Reflejada en la pared
Llevo toda la mañana
Preparando el cafecito que a ti te gustaba
Y poniéndole la mermelada a la tostada
Dónde estás que ya tengo la mesa preparada
Para disfrutarte de este nuevo día
Y no tener que soñarte cuando te tenía
Sigo haciendo las cosas por las que sonreías
A ver si me acompañas otra vez un día

Ayyyy
Estoy celosa de la forma que tú estás sin mí
De la manera que estás siempre
y nunca nunca estás aquí
Sé que por más veces que rece
Ya no es posible que regreses
Aunque mí mente sabe bien que tú vives aquí
Aquí
Aquí

Aunque mí mente sabe bien que vives aquí
La casa no es igual sin tu ropa en el suelo
Usabas mi peine y te quejabas de mis pelos
Pero

Yo no sabía ía quien lo diría ía
Que a mi me faltaría cuando tanto me jodías
Mil quinientas fotos que tú me tomabas
Y que yo me arrechaba
Y pedía que borraras
Eh yo no sabía ía quién lo diría ía que a mí
Me faltaría cuando tanto me jodías
Yo no sabía ía quién lo diría ía que a mí
Me faltaría cuando tanto me jodías

Ayyyy
Estoy celosa de la forma que tú estás sin mí
De la manera que estás siempre
Y nunca nunca estás aquí
Sé que por más veces que rece
Ya no es posible que regreses
Aunque mí mente sabe bien que tú vives aquí

Aquí
Aquí
Aunque mí mente sabe bien que vives aquí

English Lyrics

It was eight o’clock and I woke up
Looked at my side
And I looked for you
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa

What time will I see you again
I saw your shadow
Mirrored on the wall
I spend every morning
Preparing the coffee that you loved
And putting the jam on the toast
Where are you? I already have the table ready
To enjoy this new day
And not have to dream about you when you were here
I keep doing things that made you smile
To see if you can join me again one day

Aaaayyyy
I’m jealous of the way you are without me
I know the way you are always here but never never really here
I know that as many times as I pray
It’s impossible for you to return
Even though in my mind you know so well
that live here here here

Even though in my mind you know so well
that live here here here
I know that as many times as I pray
It’s impossible for you to return
Even though in my mind you know so well
that live here here here

The house is not the same without your clothes on the floor
You used my comb and complained about my hairs but I did not know
Who would say it
That I would miss when you would mess with me so much
The fifteen hundred photos that you took of me
And that I would get mad when
I asked you to erase them
I did not know
Who’d say

That I would miss when you would mess with me so much
Ayy I’m jealous of the way you are without me
I know the way you are always here but never never really here
I know that as many times as I pray

It’s impossible for you to return
Even though in my mind you know so well that live here here here
Even though in my mind you know so well that live here

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