Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ella , by - Axel. Song from the album Todo Mi Universo, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2008
Record label: Universal Music Argentina
Song language: Spanish
Ella(original) |
| Mírala, mi amor, al fin es ella |
| Nueve lunas de amor y de espera |
| Es parte de tu sangre y de mi esencia |
| Mírala, mi amor, al fin es ella |
| Nueve lunas de amor y de espera |
| Es parte de tu sangre y de mi esencia |
| Nos mira sonriendo |
| Y somos de su ángel, marionetas |
| Mírala, mi amor, como va creciendo |
| Hoy ya es flor abierta, quién lo dijera |
| Es la cima del amor, es la belleza |
| Más pura del planeta, mi pequeña |
| Es ella princesa |
| Y mírala mi amor, que bella |
| Es ella, tan tierna |
| Poesía angelical de la pureza |
| Es ella princesa |
| Y mírala mi amor, que estrella |
| Es ella, sólo ella |
| La vida con aroma a primavera |
| Pinta de ternura todo el cielo |
| Con la simple ilusión de la inocencia |
| Es un poco de los dos con propias alas |
| Nos lleva en su vuelo |
| Y somos todo lo que ella quiera |
| Es ella princesa |
| Y mírala mi amor, que bella |
| Es ella, tan tierna |
| Poesía angelical de la pureza |
| Es ella princesa |
| Y mírala mi amor, que estrella |
| Es ella, solo ella |
| La vida con aroma a primavera |
| (translation) |
| Look at her, my love, it's finally her |
| Nine moons of love and waiting |
| She is part of your blood and my essence |
| Look at her, my love, it's finally her |
| Nine moons of love and waiting |
| She is part of your blood and my essence |
| She looks at us smiling |
| And we are her angel, her puppets |
| Look at her, my love, how she grows |
| Today it is already an open flower, who would have thought? |
| It is the height of love, it is beauty |
| Purest on the planet, my little |
| is she princess |
| And look at her my love, how beautiful |
| It's her, so tender |
| angelic poetry of purity |
| is she princess |
| And look at her my love, what a star |
| It's her, only her |
| Life with the scent of spring |
| Paint the whole sky with tenderness |
| With the simple illusion of innocence |
| She is a bit of both with her own wings |
| She takes us on her flight |
| And we are everything that she wants |
| is she princess |
| And look at her my love, how beautiful |
| It's her, so tender |
| angelic poetry of purity |
| is she princess |
| And look at her my love, what a star |
| It's her, only her |
| Life with the scent of spring |