Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maria Bonita, artist - La Lupe. Album song Les Idoles de la Musique Cubaine: La Lupe, Vol. 1, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 04.04.2020
Record label: MpM
Song language: Spanish
Maria Bonita(original) |
MARA BONITA |
Acurdate de Acapulco, |
De aquellas noches, |
Mara bonita, |
Mara del alma. |
Acurdate que en la playa |
Con tus manitas |
Las estrellitas |
Las enjuagabas. |
Tu cuerpo del mar juguete, |
Nave al garete, |
Venan las olas, |
Lo columpiaban, |
Y mientras yo te miraba, |
Te juro con sentimiento, |
Mi pensamiento te traicionaba. |
Te dije muchas palabras |
De esas bonitas |
Con que se arrullan |
Los corazones, |
Pidiendo que mi quisieras, |
Que convirtieras |
En realidades |
Mis ilusiones. |
La luna que nos miraba |
Ya haca un ratito |
Se hizo un poquito |
Desentendida, |
Y cuando la vi escondida |
Me arrodill a besarte |
Y as entregarte |
Toda mi vida. |
Amores habrs tenido, |
Muchos amores, |
Mara Bonita, |
Mara del alma, |
Pero ninguno tan bueno |
Ni tan honrado |
Como el que hiciste |
Que en m brotara. |
Lo traigo lleno de flores |
Como una ofrenda |
Para dejarlo |
Bajo tus plantas. |
Recbelo emocionada |
Y jrame que no mientes |
Porque te sientes |
Idolatrada. |
(translation) |
PRETTY MARY |
Remember Acapulco, |
of those nights, |
pretty mara, |
Mary of the soul |
Remember that on the beach |
with your little hands |
the little stars |
You rinsed them. |
Your body of the sea toy, |
ship adrift, |
the waves come, |
They swung him |
And while I looked at you, |
I swear to you with feeling, |
My thought betrayed you. |
I told you many words |
of those pretty |
with what they lull |
The hearts, |
Asking you to want me, |
that you converted |
It really is |
My illusions. |
The moon that looked at us |
a while ago |
It was done a little |
unaware, |
And when I saw her hidden |
I knelt down to kiss you |
And so surrender |
All my life. |
Loves you will have had, |
Many Loves, |
Mara Bonita, |
Mary of the soul, |
but none so good |
not so honored |
like the one you did |
That it would sprout in me. |
I bring it full of flowers |
as an offering |
to quit |
Under your plants. |
Receive it excited |
And promise me you're not lying |
why do you feel |
Idolized. |