Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ofruta Fresca (Ritmo Vallenato), artist - Carlos Vives. Album song Cumbia-Salsa Latin Pop, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 01.10.2005
Record label: Azzurra
Song language: Spanish
Ofruta Fresca (Ritmo Vallenato)(original) |
Ese beso de tu boca |
que me sabe a Fruta Fresca |
que se escap de tus labios |
y se meti en mi cabeza. |
Ese beso con que sueo |
cuando las penas me acechan |
que me lleva al mismo cielo |
y a la tierra me regresa |
Y que reza, reza, que reza |
y aunque ya no tenga cura |
el recuerdo de sus besos |
me lleve hasta la locura. |
(Estribillo:) Si, si, si, |
que este amor es tan profundo, |
que tu eres mi consentida, |
y que lo sepa todo el mundo. |
(bis) |
Que tu eres mi consentida |
la niita de mis ojos |
la que me endulza la vida |
la que calma mis enojos. |
La que se pone ms linda |
cuando la llevo a una fiesta |
esa que siempre en mi cama |
con los ngeles se acuesta. |
(Estribillo) |
Y que digan en la radio |
que yo te quiero de veras |
que lo digan en los diarios |
y despus de la novela. |
Y en un letrero que diga |
que como t no hay ninguna |
que lo digan en la China |
que digan en la luna. |
(Estribillo) |
Guarar, |
guarar, |
guarar, guarar, guarar. |
Guarar, |
guarar, |
no me olvides |
que yo no te olvidar! |
(Estribillo)(bis) |
(translation) |
That kiss from your mouth |
that tastes like Fresh Fruit to me |
that escaped from your lips |
and it got into my head. |
That kiss I dream of |
when sorrows stalk me |
that takes me to the same sky |
and to the earth it returns me |
And who prays, prays, who prays |
and although there is no longer a cure |
the memory of your kisses |
drive me to madness. |
(Chorus:) Yes, yes, yes, |
that this love is so deep, |
that you are my spoiled, |
and let everyone know it. |
(Bis) |
That you are my spoiled |
the apple of my eyes |
the one that sweetens my life |
the one that calms my anger. |
The one who gets prettier |
when I take her to a party |
the one that always in my bed |
with the angels she lies down. |
(Chorus) |
And what they say on the radio |
that I really love you |
let them say it in the newspapers |
and after the novel. |
And on a sign that says |
that like you there is none |
Let them say it in China |
what they say on the moon. |
(Chorus) |
guarar, |
guarar, |
guar, guar, guar. |
guarar, |
guarar, |
do not forget me |
that I will not forget you! |
(Chorus)(bis) |