Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bailando Sola, artist - Don Omar. Album song King Of Kings, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 22.05.2006
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: Spanish
Bailando Sola(original) |
Son sus ojos de leones casando por la disco |
Si a ti mismo… |
Junto a el un traje corto todo un espejismo |
De tu alcoholismo |
Ella tan ágil, tu tan frágil jugando por el piso |
Como en un hechizo |
Por el cuello te va mordiendo, |
Y te va hundiendo en su erotismo |
Y se ve por la disco bailándole sola |
Pide lento el dembow, el flow la descontrola |
A regao por todo el piso el Champagne en la consola |
Quien la controla |
Cuando se acalora |
Salvaje transpira |
Y te muerde por el cuelo como vampira |
Ella es la nena de tos ellos, una titera. |
Que le sabe la boca loca por lo que aspira |
Química pura, se pone acida |
(Se pone acida…) |
(Una Titera…) |
(Se pone acida…) |
(Se pone acida…) |
(Una titera…) |
Se pone acida por esa gota |
Que la agota y la alucina |
Y ella a la buena __ |
Pero a la mala le fascina |
Ella es fanática de la playa y la piscina |
Por ese tiene ese __ que tanto te maquina |
(Fascina, maquina, le fascina, maquina, le fascina…) |
Y se ve por la disco bailándole sola |
Pide lento el dembow, el flow la descontrola |
A regao por todo el piso el Champagne en la consola |
Quien la controla |
Cuando se acalora |
Filosófica que tiene una lista de incidentes que es histórica |
Y un cinturón de castidad que es de combinación automática |
Una lunática, igual de alcohólica que sueña con tener una orgía gótica |
Toda vestida de negro, haciendo poses acrobáticas, una sicótica |
Y se ve por la disco bailándole sola |
Pide lento el dembow, el flow la descontrola |
A regao por todo el piso el Champagne en la consola |
Quien la controla |
Cuando se acalora |
Nelly! |
(translation) |
They are their eyes of lions marrying for the disco |
If yourself… |
Along with a short suit, a mirage |
of your alcoholism |
She so agile, you so fragile playing on the floor |
as in a spell |
By the neck it bites you, |
And she plunges you into her eroticism |
And she looks at the disco dancing alone |
She asks for the dembow slowly, the flow throws her out of control |
I spread the Champagne on the console all over the floor |
who controls it |
when she gets hot |
wild perspires |
And she bites you in the neck like a vampire |
She is their baby, a puppet. |
That she knows her crazy mouth for what she sucks |
Pure chemistry, she gets acid |
(She gets acid…) |
(A Puppet…) |
(It turns sour…) |
(It turns sour…) |
(A puppet…) |
She gets acid from that drop |
That exhausts her and hallucinates her |
And she to the good __ |
But the bad one is fascinated by her |
She is a fan of the beach and the pool |
That's why she has that __ that both machines you |
(Fascinates, machine, fascinates him, machine, fascinates him...) |
And she looks at the disco dancing alone |
She asks for the dembow slowly, the flow throws her out of control |
I spread the Champagne on the console all over the floor |
who controls it |
when she gets hot |
Philosophical that has a list of incidents that is historical |
And a chastity belt that is automatic combination |
A lunatic, just as alcoholic who dreams of having a goth orgy |
All dressed in black, striking acrobatic poses, a psychotic |
And she looks at the disco dancing alone |
She asks for the dembow slowly, the flow throws her out of control |
I spread the Champagne on the console all over the floor |
who controls it |
when she gets hot |
Nelly! |