Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sol Infierno , by - Catupecu Machu. Song from the album El Número Imperfecto, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2003
Record label: EMI Odeon SAIC
Song language: Spanish
Sol Infierno(original) |
| Así, te quería encontrar así |
| Sin ropas, endiablada |
| Voy a roer tu cuello |
| Y a jugar que soy la cura |
| A todo tu mal |
| Ciudad desnuda |
| Casi un desierto |
| Todos durmiendo |
| Y algunas camas |
| Que esperan al conquistador |
| A la reina que amando |
| Se vuelvan un ser inmortal |
| Así, te quería encontrar así |
| Sin ropas, endiablada |
| Voy a roer tu cuello |
| Y a jugar a que soy la cura |
| A todo tu mal |
| Ciudad que muta |
| En un Do de pecho |
| Camino de ida hacia tu casa escondida |
| Se corta el aliento |
| Con solo pensar |
| Imaginarte es lujuria |
| Sol infierno |
| Placer invierno |
| Tu frío me apura llegar |
| Así, te quería encontrar así |
| Sin ropas, endiablada |
| Voy a roer tu cuello |
| Y a jugar a que soy la cura |
| A todo tu mal |
| Así, te quería encontrar así |
| Sin ropas, endiablada |
| Voy a roer tu cuello |
| Y a jugar a que soy la cura |
| A todo tu mal |
| Así, te quería encontrar así |
| Sin ropas, endiablada |
| Voy a roer tu cuello |
| Y a jugar a que soy la cura |
| A todo tu mal |
| Así, te quería encontrar así |
| Sin ropas, endiablada |
| Voy a roer tu cuello |
| Y a jugar a que soy la cura |
| A todo tu mal |
| A todo tu mal |
| A todo tu mal |
| A todo tu mal |
| A todo tu mal |
| Adoro tu mal |
| Adoro tu mal |
| Adoro tu mal |
| Adoro tu mal |
| Adoro tu mal |
| (translation) |
| So, I wanted to find you like this |
| Without clothes, devilish |
| I will gnaw your neck |
| And to play that I am the cure |
| to all your evil |
| naked city |
| almost a desert |
| all sleeping |
| and some beds |
| who await the conqueror |
| To the queen that I love |
| become an immortal being |
| So, I wanted to find you like this |
| Without clothes, devilish |
| I will gnaw your neck |
| And to play that I am the cure |
| to all your evil |
| city that mutates |
| In a chest do |
| One way to your hidden home |
| it takes your breath away |
| just by thinking |
| Imagining you is lust |
| sun hell |
| winter pleasure |
| Your cold rushes me to arrive |
| So, I wanted to find you like this |
| Without clothes, devilish |
| I will gnaw your neck |
| And to play that I am the cure |
| to all your evil |
| So, I wanted to find you like this |
| Without clothes, devilish |
| I will gnaw your neck |
| And to play that I am the cure |
| to all your evil |
| So, I wanted to find you like this |
| Without clothes, devilish |
| I will gnaw your neck |
| And to play that I am the cure |
| to all your evil |
| So, I wanted to find you like this |
| Without clothes, devilish |
| I will gnaw your neck |
| And to play that I am the cure |
| to all your evil |
| to all your evil |
| to all your evil |
| to all your evil |
| to all your evil |
| I love your bad |
| I love your bad |
| I love your bad |
| I love your bad |
| I love your bad |