Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Maravilla, artist - Carlos Vives. Album song El Rock De Mi Pueblo, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Record label: Capitol Latin
Song language: Spanish
La Maravilla(original) |
LA MARAVILLA |
Estudia y trabaja busca una salida |
Me tiene comprado su vida es sencilla |
Le apuesta a la gente no piensa en dinero |
Igual presidente, igual pordiosero |
Escucha una banda que toca en la villa |
Cantando boleros con Celia su amiga |
Lleva unos bluyines caderas caidas |
Y tiene un ombligo que es la maravilla |
Ella la duea de mis amores la de los ojos marrones |
Que no me quieren mirar |
Ella que no sabe de razones |
La reina de corazones que todos quieren amar |
Ella, que saben que es la mas bella |
Que ha vivido en una estrella y que no la puedo alcanzar |
Muy poco la he visto, me tiene olvidado |
Y en el trasnmilenio va de arriba abajo |
Y el fin de semana le da al ejercicio |
No le gusta el juego, no le gusta el vicio |
Y escucha una banda que toca en la villa |
Cantando boleros con Celia su amiga |
Lleva unos bluyines caderas caidas |
Y tiene un ombligo que es la maravilla |
Ella la duea de mis amores la de los ojos marrones |
Que no me quieren mirar |
Ella que no sabe de razones |
La reina de corazones que todos quieren amar |
Ella que sabe que es la mas bella |
Que ha vivido en una estrella y que no la puedo alcanzar |
Te pido muy poco, tan solo dulzura |
La calle esta dura |
Y si el matrimonio te llama a su villa |
Busca una muchacha alegre y sencilla |
Que te quiera mucho, tu propia costilla |
Que escuche una banda tocando en la orilla |
Cantando boleros con Celia su amiga |
Lleva unos bluyines caderas caidas |
Y tiene un ombligo que es la maravilla |
Que es la maravilla, que es la maravilla |
(translation) |
THE WONDER |
Study and work, look for a way out |
He has bought me his life is simple |
I bet people don't think about money |
Same president, same beggar |
Listen to a band playing in the villa |
Singing boleros with Celia her friend |
She wears some blue jeans with dropped hips |
And she has a navel that is wonderful |
She the owner of my loves the one with brown eyes |
They don't want to look at me |
She who does not know of reasons |
The queen of hearts that everyone wants to love |
She, who knows that she is the most beautiful |
That she has lived in a star and that I cannot reach her |
I have seen her very little, she has forgotten me |
And in the transmilenio she goes up and down |
And on the weekend she gives exercise |
She doesn't like the game, she doesn't like the vice |
And listen to a band that plays in the village |
Singing boleros with Celia her friend |
She wears some blue jeans with dropped hips |
And she has a navel that is wonderful |
She the owner of my loves the one with brown eyes |
They don't want to look at me |
She who does not know of reasons |
The queen of hearts that everyone wants to love |
She who knows that she is the most beautiful |
That she has lived in a star and that I cannot reach her |
I ask very little of you, just sweetness |
the street is hard |
And if the married couple calls you to their villa |
Looking for a happy and simple girl |
That she loves you very much, your own rib |
Hear a band playing on the shore |
Singing boleros with Celia her friend |
She wears some blue jeans with dropped hips |
And she has a navel that is wonderful |
That she is the wonder, that she is the wonder |