Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salvaje, artist - Alexis. Album song La Esencia: World Edition, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 15.03.2018
Record label: Wild Dogz
Song language: Spanish
Salvaje(original) |
La llaman salvaje, |
Pues cuando baila se aprieta, |
Se toca, se sube el traje. |
Tiene a los hombres volviéndose locos, |
Siguiendo un celaje. |
Y baila como diosa, |
Como si no la vieran. |
Se suelta el pelo, |
Hacerle un embrujo, |
Esta noche quisiera. |
Que fuera yo la presa, |
Que su boca mordiera. |
Y va rozando suave, |
Como hechizando a la luna. |
Ella te hace un embrujo, |
Que te lleva a las alturas. |
Ella es la gata que te ataca, |
En la noche oscura. |
Sustancia pura, mi calentura. |
Salvaje, |
Te llaman salvaje… |
Ella ansiosa se toca, |
El infierno esta en su boca. |
Es trapecista de esa nota que te afoca, |
Tu oscuridad, tu piel sin suelo, tu roca. |
Si te toca, te aloca. |
Y juega contigo, |
Como si vida no estuviera, |
Con solo un beso, |
En sus brazos te murieras. |
Ella es tu gata, blanca, |
Tu roca fiera. |
Se aprieta, no juega. |
Se reporta para los Anormales |
El bandolero |
El más Salvaje |
Don |
Nelly |
Absolutamente el arma secreta |
Bambino |
Para rolear con nosotros tienen que llegar acá arriba, |
Dile que los Esperamos. |
Lunney Tuns |
Los anormales |
Mas bandolero que yo no hay ninguno, |
Mas salvaje que yo no hay ninguno. |
(translation) |
They call her wild |
Well, when she dances she squeezes, |
She touches herself, pulls up her suit. |
She's got the men going crazy |
Following a cloudscape. |
And she dances like a goddess |
As if they didn't see her. |
She lets her hair down, |
cast a spell on him, |
Tonight she would like. |
That I was the prey, |
Let his mouth bite hers. |
And she goes gently touching, |
Like casting a spell on the moon. |
She casts a spell on you |
That she takes you to the heights. |
She is the cat that attacks you, |
In the dark night. |
Pure substance, my fever. |
Wild, |
They call you wild... |
She anxiously touches herself, |
Hell is in her mouth. |
She is a trapeze artist of that note that focuses you, |
Your darkness, your soilless skin, your rock. |
If she touches you, she drives you crazy. |
And she plays with you |
As if life were not there, |
With just one kiss |
In her arms you would die. |
She is your cat, white, |
Your fierce rock |
She squeezes, she doesn't play. |
She reports for the Freaks |
the highwayman |
the wildest |
Don |
nelly |
Absolutely the secret weapon |
baby |
To roll with us they have to get up here, |
Tell them we are waiting for them. |
Monday Tuns |
abnormals |
There is no one more bandit than me, |
Wilder than me there is none. |