Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revolvió, artist - Bebe.
Date of issue: 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 |