Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dulces princesas, artist - David DeMaria. Date of issue: 02.10.2006
Song language: Spanish
Dulces princesas(original) |
| Pasion ha echado cuentas |
| En la frontera de sus treinta |
| Y con amor abraza a su pequeña… |
| La mira mientras piensa |
| Que toda su vida es para ella |
| Con el dolor de una preja que no espera… |
| Sabe que la vida no es un juego |
| Ha cruzado laberintos de soledad y desconsuelos… |
| Y pasion elude la tormenta de miradas ajenas |
| Buscando un poco de calor… |
| Y pasion que siempre ha sido ella, tan fiel a sus ideas |
| Le planta cara al desamor, junto a su dulce princesa… |
| Jamas pidio prestado |
| El interés de algún te quiero |
| Y dibujo el sol que hay en su cielo… |
| Que no hay querer mas grande |
| Que el de una madre hacia su hijo |
| Ni mayor perdon que perdonar, a un prisionero del recuerdo… |
| Cada fin de mes pasa fatigas |
| Pa pagar las hipotecas de unas caricias de mentira… |
| Y pasion elude la tormenta de miradas ajenas |
| Buscando un poco de calor… |
| Y pasion que siempre ha sido ella, tan fiel a sus ideas |
| Le planta cara al desamor, junto a su dulce princesa… |
| Pasion ha echado cuentas, sumando besos a su reina |
| Restandole rencor al preso de su fiel conciencia… |
| Dulces princesas, dulces princesas… |
| (translation) |
| Passion has done accounts |
| On the border of his thirties |
| And she lovingly hugs her little girl... |
| He looks at her while she thinks |
| That all her life is for her |
| With the pain of a preja that she does not expect... |
| She knows that life is not a game |
| She has crossed labyrinths of loneliness and heartbreak... |
| And passion eludes the storm of foreign gazes |
| Looking for some warmth… |
| And passion that has always been her, so faithful to her ideas |
| She stands up to heartbreak, along with her sweet princess of hers... |
| never borrowed |
| The interest of some I love you |
| And I draw the sun that is in her sky of her... |
| That there is no wanting greater |
| That of a mother towards her son |
| No greater forgiveness than to forgive, a prisoner of memory... |
| Every end of the month passes fatigue |
| To pay the mortgages of a few lying caresses... |
| And passion eludes the storm of foreign gazes |
| Looking for some warmth… |
| And passion that she has always been, so faithful to her ideas |
| She stands up to heartbreak, along with her sweet princess of hers... |
| Pasion has done accounts, adding kisses to his queen |
| Subtracting resentment from the prisoner of his faithful conscience of her... |
| Sweet princesses, sweet princesses... |