Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Contigo, artist - Canteca de macao. Album song Camino de la vida entera, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 23.07.2007
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Contigo(original) |
Cuando estoy contigo |
Ay! |
Las horas se me hacen un segundo |
Cógeme de la manita, primo |
Y llévame al mundo porque esta noche |
Tú y yo seremos uno |
Se nos queda mu pequeña la ciudad pa tanto traspiés |
Y es que yo miro tu boquilla y me pongo del revés |
Y si aparezco en un piquito de la luna no me vi a sorprender |
Porque si me besas ya no me siento los pies |
Son cuatro días, parecen cien |
Y es que parece que te conozco de toa la vía |
Y antes de que llegue el día aún queda mucho po hacer |
Porque esta llama nunca se enfría |
Ese aire gitano, con el petilla siempre en la mano |
Tarareando alguna canción |
Paseando por el barrio |
Dando que hablar a to el vecindario |
Sabor a rumba de corazón |
Sólo tengo rumba pa ti |
Ay! |
Mi rumba, mi rumba es pa ti |
No tengo dinero |
Pero tampoco yo lo quiero |
Mientras mi rumba |
Ay! |
pueda ser pa ti |
Un caramelillo de fresa que viene, y que va |
Y con esta música que no paramos de bailar |
La noche se va pasando entre unas risas y unas calás |
Contigo a mi vera? |
Yo ya no quiero más |
Y es que son las cosillas de mí querer |
A cualquiera que se lo cuente se queda mudo |
Y es que solo necesitamos un felpudo |
Para olvidarnos de este mundo |
Y acabar hechos un nudo |
Ese aire gitano, con el petilla siempre en la mano |
Tarareando alguna canción |
Paseando por el barrio |
Dando que hablar a to el vecindario |
Sabor a rumba de corazón |
Parece mentira pero mentira no es |
Son las cosillas, son las cosillas de mí querer |
Parece mentira pero mentira no es |
Son las cosillas, Ay! |
de mi Manué |
(translation) |
When I'm with you |
Oh! |
The hours seem like a second |
Take me by the hand, cousin |
And take me into the world because tonight |
You and I will be one |
The city is too small for so many missteps |
And it is that I look at your mouthpiece and I turn upside down |
And if I appear on a little bit of the moon I didn't see myself surprised |
Because if you kiss me I no longer feel my feet |
It's four days, it seems a hundred |
And it seems that I know you all the way |
And before the day comes there is still much to do |
'Cause this flame never gets cold |
That gypsy air, with the petilla always in hand |
humming some song |
walking around the neighborhood |
Making the neighborhood talk |
Rumba flavor from the heart |
I only have rumba for you |
Oh! |
My rumba, my rumba is for you |
I have no money |
But I don't want it either |
while my rumba |
Oh! |
it could be for you |
A strawberry candy that comes and goes |
And with this music that we don't stop dancing |
The night goes by between some laughs and some calás |
With you by my side? |
I don't want anymore |
And it is that they are the little things of my love |
Anyone who tells about it is speechless |
And we just need a doormat |
To forget about this world |
And end up in a knot |
That gypsy air, with the petilla always in hand |
humming some song |
walking around the neighborhood |
Making the neighborhood talk |
Rumba flavor from the heart |
It seems a lie but it is not a lie |
They are the little things, they are the little things of my love |
It seems a lie but it is not a lie |
It's the little things, oh! |
of my Manuel |