Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La nit es nostra a.k.a. Barcelona, artist - Bacilos. Album song Caraluna, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 24.06.2002
Record label: Warner Music Latina
Song language: Spanish
La nit es nostra a.k.a. Barcelona(original) |
Paroles de la chanson La Nit Is Nostra Aka Barcelona: |
Tus Besos, son tmidos |
Como de nia culpable |
Como una flor que se abre |
Poquito a poco, besito a beso |
Tus Lneas, se le acomodan |
A las lneas de mis manos |
Y el miedo se va escapando |
Por una esquina de nuestro abrazo |
Te abrazo y siento tu alma abrazar la mia |
Y la noche va |
Dejndonos solos |
Y cada mitad se acerca a su modo |
Y dicen las calles, de tu Barcelona |
Que la Noche es nuestra |
Que la Nit es nostra |
La vieja Ciudad, Vestida de luces |
De espuma de mar, De amores y cruces |
Y yo solo pido que nunca amanezca |
Que la noche es nuestra |
Que la nit es nostra |
Que la Nit es nostra |
Canciones, cuntas canciones |
Se mueren por la maana |
No todo lo que se siente |
Llega tan puro, a la madrugada |
No todo lo que se siente |
Viene del alma… |
Y la noche va |
Dejndonos solos |
Y cada mitad se acerca a su modo |
Y dicen las calles, de tu Barcelona |
Que la Noche es nuestra |
Que la Nit es nostra |
(translation) |
Paroles de la chanson La Nit Is Nostra Aka Barcelona: |
Your kisses are shy |
as a guilty girl |
Like a flower that opens |
Little by little, kiss by kiss |
Your Lines, they accommodate |
To the lines of my hands |
And the fear is escaping |
For a corner of our embrace |
I hug you and I feel your soul hug mine |
and the night goes |
leaving us alone |
And each half approaches in its own way |
And the streets say, of your Barcelona |
That the night is ours |
That the Nit is us |
The old city, dressed in lights |
Of sea foam, of loves and crosses |
And I only ask that it never dawn |
That the night is ours |
That the nit is us |
That the Nit is us |
songs, how many songs |
They die in the morning |
Not everything that feels |
It arrives so pure, at dawn |
Not everything that feels |
It comes from the soul... |
and the night goes |
leaving us alone |
And each half approaches in its own way |
And the streets say, of your Barcelona |
That the night is ours |
That the Nit is us |