Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Noviembre , by - Buena Fe. Song from the album Buen Viaje, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыкаRelease date: 09.01.2011
Record label: Plaza Mayor Company
Song language: Spanish
Noviembre(original) |
| La dimensión en que quiero besarte |
| y no puedo |
| La dimensión en que me florece este amor |
| Donde las musas procuran dar a luz los sueños |
| Donde me robé tu rostro frente a una puesta de sol. |
| Hoy le he pedido permiso a mis valientes miedos |
| Esos que me han permitido volar, sin caer |
| Y aunque aseguran que van a guardarme |
| el recuerdo |
| Que resistirán tus besos |
| No lo pueden prometer. |
| Almas a la obra |
| Hagamos una herida entre dos |
| Yo pongo mi pecho, tú pondrás la sombra |
| Sé que el mar perdona las veces |
| Que le hemos lanzado pedazos de historias |
| Aún sin terminar. |
| Yo le regalé a la noche unos cuerpos hambrientos |
| Como una ofrenda pidiéndole la bendición |
| Hubo una fiesta de carne, gemido y deseo |
| Ella nos miró a los hijos, pero no nos contestó. |
| La dimensión en que quiero besarte y no puedo |
| Aunque tal vez, mas no lo vas a sentir |
| Hay una musa muy queda de corto pelo |
| De azulísimos azules casi a punto de parir. |
| Almas a la obra |
| Hagamos una herida entre dos |
| Yo pongo mi pecho, tú pondrás la sombra |
| Sé que el mar perdona las veces |
| Que le hemos lanzado pedazos de historias |
| Aún sin terminar noviembre… |
| Aún sin terminar noviembre… |
| Aún sin terminar noviembre… |
| Aún sin terminar noviembre… |
| (translation) |
| The dimension in which I want to kiss you |
| and I can not |
| The dimension in which this love flourishes |
| Where the muses seek to give birth to dreams |
| Where I stole your face in front of a sunset. |
| Today I have asked permission to my brave fears |
| Those that have allowed me to fly, without falling |
| And although they assure that they are going to keep me |
| the memory |
| That your kisses will resist |
| They can't promise it. |
| Souls at work |
| Let's make a wound between two |
| I put my chest, you will put the shadow |
| I know that the sea forgives the times |
| That we have thrown pieces of stories at him |
| Still unfinished. |
| I gave the night some hungry bodies |
| As an offering asking for the blessing |
| There was a feast of meat, groan and desire |
| She looked at her children, but she did not answer us. |
| The dimension in which I want to kiss you and I can't |
| Although maybe, but you won't feel it |
| There is a muse very quiet with short hair |
| Very blue blues almost about to give birth. |
| Souls at work |
| Let's make a wound between two |
| I put my chest, you will put the shadow |
| I know that the sea forgives the times |
| That we have thrown pieces of stories at him |
| Still not over November... |
| Still not over November... |
| Still not over November... |
| Still not over November... |