Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Caños , by - Canteca de macao. Song from the album Agua pa'la tierra, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 15.10.2009
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Caños(original) |
| Camino muy cerca del suelo |
| Me llevo con el mar tu veneno |
| Así como viene se me va |
| Y no es por tu recuerdo |
| Sentidos que pierden las manos |
| Murallas pa guardar mis sentimientos |
| Que la calle está muy mala |
| Por eso me he de ir |
| A donde me lleve el viento |
| Puedo no decirte |
| Puedo incluso no escribirte |
| Las cosillas que quisiera, me salen del corazón |
| Puedo no decirte |
| Que las cosas que yo quiero |
| Son las cosas que yo quiero, quiero yo! |
| De brisa y arena me visto |
| Me quedo pa guardar los quereres |
| Será porque noto que hacen falta |
| O que se rebelen |
| Sentidos que pierden las manos |
| Murallas pa guardar mi sentimiento |
| Que la calle está muy mala |
| Por eso me he de ir |
| A donde me lleve el viento |
| Puedo no decirte |
| Puedo incluso no escribirte |
| Las cosillas que quisiera, me salen del corazón |
| Puedo no decirte |
| Que las cosas que yo quiero |
| Son las cosas que yo quiero, quiero yo! |
| Puedo no decirte |
| Puedo incluso no escribirte |
| Las cosillas que quisiera, me salen del corazón |
| Puedo no decirte |
| Que las cosas que yo quiero |
| Son las cosas que yo quiero, quiero yo! |
| (translation) |
| I walk very close to the ground |
| I take your poison with the sea |
| Just as it comes, it goes |
| And it's not because of your memory |
| Senses that lose their hands |
| Walls to keep my feelings |
| That the street is very bad |
| That's why I have to go |
| Where the wind takes me |
| I can not tell you |
| I may not even write to you |
| The little things that I would like come from my heart |
| I can not tell you |
| That the things that I want |
| They are the things that I want, I want! |
| Of breeze and sand I dress |
| I stay to keep the loves |
| It will be because I notice that they are needed |
| or that they rebel |
| Senses that lose their hands |
| Walls to keep my feeling |
| That the street is very bad |
| That's why I have to go |
| Where the wind takes me |
| I can not tell you |
| I may not even write to you |
| The little things that I would like come from my heart |
| I can not tell you |
| That the things that I want |
| They are the things that I want, I want! |
| I can not tell you |
| I may not even write to you |
| The little things that I would like come from my heart |
| I can not tell you |
| That the things that I want |
| They are the things that I want, I want! |