Hola a toda la comunidad de "Music". Soy María Karla, flautista y cantante cubana. Este es mi primer video aquí, en el que les interpretaré la canción "You know I'm not good" de Amy Winehouse.
Esta canción es para mi, una de las más icónicas de Amy, fusiona elementos del soul, jazz , R&B, Hip Hop y funk, géneros que Winehouse vitalizó con su estilo distintivo. Refleja temas de amor, traición y la lucha interna entre el conocimiento de uno mismo y el comportamiento autodestructivo. Es un recordatorio de la complejidad humana y la capacidad de la música para capturar la esencia de las emociones más profundas, precisamente es lo que a través de mi voz también quiero transmitirles. Espero les guste y les dejaré la letra para que la conozcan.
Hello to the entire Music community. I'm María Karla, a Cuban flutist and singer. This is my first video, in which I'll be performing Amy Winehouse's song "You Know I'm No Good."
This song, for me, is one of Amy's most iconic. It fuses elements of soul, jazz, R&B, hip hop, and funk, genres that Winehouse revitalized with her distinctive style. It's a raw and sincere exploration of self-destruction and infidelity, also reflecting themes of love, betrayal, and the internal struggle between self-knowledge and self-destructive behavior. It's a reminder of human complexity and music's ability to capture the essence of the deepest emotions. This is precisely what I also want to convey to you through my voice. I hope you like it, and I'll leave you the lyrics so you can hear them.
Letra en inglés
Meet you downstairs in the bar and hurt
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say: What did you do with him today?
And sniffed me out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger Moore
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Upstairs in bed with my ex-boy
He's in the place, but I can't get joy
Thinking on you in the final throes
This is when my buzzer goes
Run out to meet ya, chips and pita
You say: When we married, 'cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub, you on the seat
Lick your lips as I soap my feet
Then you notice likkle carpet burn
My stomach drop and my guts churn
You shrug, and it's the worst
Who truly stuck the knife in first?
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble
Yeah, you know that I'm no good
