Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sangre negra, artist - Cafe Quijano. Album song La Extraordinaria Paradoja Del Sonido Quijano, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 17.06.1999
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Sangre negra(original) |
Cuando los años |
Te caen encima |
Después de tantos |
Y tantos vuelos |
Por más que quieras |
Ni te imaginas |
Que un día puedas |
Besar el cielo |
Cuando sin buscarlo |
Ni pretenderlo |
Algo te embarca |
Rumbo a la locura |
Lo dejas todo |
Nada te frena |
Lo más que sueñas |
Es tener una aventura |
Que te cambie |
Los papeles |
Y descubrir |
Lo que ella tiene |
Es su piel morena |
O es su sangre negra |
Son sus piernas largas |
Que hablan sin palabras; |
Pero su forma de insinuar |
Es provocadora |
Son cien labios rojos |
En una sola boca |
Contando penas |
De mil maneras |
Quemando fechas |
Del calendario |
Nadie se niega |
A una quimera |
Que te despierta |
Con piel morena |
Con tu cuerpo entero |
Pidiendo embrujo |
El embrujo |
De sus maneras |
Eres sólo un preso |
Que se alimenta |
Con la sangre de sus venas |
Es el tiento |
De sus manos |
O es el color |
De sus brazos |
Es su piel morena |
O es su sangre negra |
Son sus piernas largas |
Que hablan sin palabras; |
Pero su forma de insinuar |
Es provocadora |
Son cien labios rojos |
En una sola boca |
(translation) |
when the years |
they fall on you |
after so many |
and so many flights |
as much as you want |
you can't imagine |
that one day you can |
kiss the sky |
when without looking for it |
nor pretend |
something embarks you |
Heading for madness |
you leave everything |
nothing stops you |
the most you dream |
is having an affair |
change you |
The papers |
And discover |
what she has |
It is her brown skin |
Or is it his black blood |
are her long legs |
Who speak without words; |
But your way of insinuating |
she is provocative |
It's a hundred red lips |
in one mouth |
counting sorrows |
in a thousand ways |
burning dates |
of the calendar |
nobody refuses |
to a chimera |
what wakes you up |
with brown skin |
with your whole body |
asking for spell |
The spell |
in their ways |
you are just a prisoner |
that she feeds |
With the blood in your veins |
It is the touch |
from your hands |
Or is it the color |
of his arms |
It is her brown skin |
Or is it his black blood |
are her long legs |
Who speak without words; |
But your way of insinuating |
It's provocative |
It's a hundred red lips |
in one mouth |