Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Revolvió , by - Bebe. Release date: 24.04.2005
Record label: Publicado por Parlophone Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Revolvió(original) |
| Por qué fue suficiente |
| Hablarle con los ojos |
| Desde allí |
| Si en ese mismo instante |
| Su vida era tranquila |
| Y feliz |
| La vino a revolver |
| Con bollitos y miel |
| Mareas en la tierra |
| El cielo iba cubriéndose de gris |
| Porque salió en torrente |
| El miedo y las ganas de sentir |
| Y quiso saborear |
| La masa de su pan |
| Revolvió su calor, con su voz |
| Con leche y azúcar se lo dio a beber |
| Moldeó el corazón la razón |
| Con unos besos de ron y miel |
| Horneó con su aliento su pelo |
| Y caramelo parecía al terminar |
| Y quiso saborear la masa de su pan |
| Escríbele canciones |
| Envíale su voz donde |
| Él esté |
| Nadando por su almohada |
| Le vino a visitar en sueños |
| Él, |
| La vino a revolver |
| Y se dejo hacer |
| Estampidas en la tierra |
| El cielo iba tiñendose marfil |
| Porque brotó en torrente |
| El verbo y las ganas de sentir |
| Y pudo saborear |
| La masa de su pan |
| Revolvió su calor, con su voz |
| Con leche y azúcar se lo dio a beber |
| Moldeó el corazón la razón |
| Con unos besos de ron y miel |
| Horneó con su aliento su pelo |
| Y caramelo parecía al terminar |
| Y quiso saborear la masa de su pan |
| (translation) |
| why was it enough |
| speak with your eyes |
| From there |
| Yes, at that very moment |
| Her life was quiet |
| And happy |
| She came to stir it up |
| With buns and honey |
| tides on land |
| The sky was turning gray |
| Because she came out in a torrent |
| The fear and the desire to feel |
| And she wanted to savor |
| The dough of your bread |
| She stirred his warmth from her, with her voice |
| She with milk and sugar she gave it to him to drink |
| She molded the heart the reason |
| With some kisses of rum and honey |
| She baked with her breath her hair |
| And caramel seemed at the end |
| And she wanted to taste the dough of her bread |
| write him songs |
| Send her voice of her where |
| The East |
| Swimming for your pillow |
| She came to visit him in dreams |
| The, |
| He came to stir it up |
| and she let herself be done |
| Stampedes on the ground |
| The sky was dyeing ivory |
| Because he gushed in a torrent |
| The verb and the desire to feel |
| And she could taste |
| The dough of your bread |
| He stirred her warmth from him, with his voice |
| With milk and sugar he gave it to her to drink |
| She molded the heart the reason |
| With some kisses of rum and honey |
| He baked his hair with his breath |
| And caramel seemed at the end |
| And he wanted to taste the dough of his bread |