Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soy Lo Que Ves, artist - Buena Fe. Date of issue: 07.06.2015
Song language: Spanish
Soy Lo Que Ves(original) |
| Todo mi ayer |
| Me trajo aquí |
| Y aunque olvidé |
| Tanto aprendí… |
| Y ahora mi tiempo |
| Tiene el sentido de vivir |
| Forjando hechos |
| Más que sentado a maldecir |
| Soy lo que ves: |
| Entre equilibrios de caer y de seguir |
| Voy donde sé |
| A quien me quiera presentir: |
| Candil de su calle |
| Lucero en la casa |
| Ventana que se abre |
| Viento para alas |
| Puente sobre el río |
| Remo de la barca |
| Piedra sobre el fango |
| Trampa para trampas, (las que nunca hicieron falta) |
| Beso dado a tiempo |
| Donde las carencias |
| Donde los olvidos |
| Dejan consecuencias |
| Descifrando estrellas |
| Tras las apariencias |
| Tatuando esperanzas |
| Sobre las conciencias |
| Soy lo que ves |
| Un trocito, un poquito de Buena fe |
| Caben placeres en la piel |
| Como peces en el mar |
| Mas no hay placer como vivir |
| Y alguien te quiera acompañar |
| Y ahora mi tiempo |
| Tiene el sentido de vivir |
| Forjando hechos |
| Más que sentado a maldecir |
| Soy lo que ves: |
| Entre equilibrios de caer y de seguir |
| Voy donde sé |
| A quien me quiera presentir: |
| Candil de su calle |
| Lucero en la casa |
| Ventana que se abre |
| Viento para alas |
| Puente sobre el río |
| Remo de la barca |
| Piedra sobre el fango |
| Trampa para trampas, (las que nunca hicieron falta) |
| Beso dado a tiempo |
| Donde las carencias |
| Donde los olvidos |
| Dejan consecuencias |
| Descifrando estrellas |
| Tras las apariencias |
| Tatuando esperanzas |
| Sobre las conciencias |
| Soy lo que ves |
| Soy lo que ves… |
| (translation) |
| all my yesterday |
| Brought me here |
| And even though I forgot |
| I learned so much... |
| and now my time |
| has the sense of living |
| forging facts |
| More than sitting down to curse |
| I am what you see: |
| Between balances of falling and following |
| I go where I know |
| Who wants to present me: |
| Lamp of your street |
| Lucero in the house |
| window that opens |
| wind for wings |
| bridge over the river |
| oar of the boat |
| stone on the mud |
| Trap for traps, (the ones that were never needed) |
| Kiss given on time |
| where the deficiencies |
| where you forget them |
| leave consequences |
| deciphering stars |
| behind appearances |
| tattooing hopes |
| about consciences |
| I am what you see |
| A little bit, a little bit of Good Faith |
| Pleasures fit in the skin |
| Like fish in the sea |
| But there is no pleasure like living |
| And someone wants to accompany you |
| and now my time |
| has the sense of living |
| forging facts |
| More than sitting down to curse |
| I am what you see: |
| Between balances of falling and following |
| I go where I know |
| Who wants to present me: |
| Lamp of your street |
| Lucero in the house |
| window that opens |
| wind for wings |
| bridge over the river |
| oar of the boat |
| stone on the mud |
| Trap for traps, (the ones that were never needed) |
| Kiss given on time |
| where the deficiencies |
| where you forget them |
| leave consequences |
| deciphering stars |
| behind appearances |
| tattooing hopes |
| about consciences |
| I am what you see |
| I am what you see… |