Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Derroche, artist - Edith Márquez. Album song Lo Mejor De Edith Marquez Volumen 2, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Record label: EMI Mexico
Song language: Spanish
Derroche(original) |
El reloj de cuerda suspendido |
El teléfono desconectado |
En una mesa, dos copas de vino |
Y a la noche se le fué la mano… |
Una luz rosada imaginamos |
Comenzamos por probar el vino |
Con mirarnos todo lo dijimos |
Y a la noche se le fue la mano… |
Si supiera contar todo lo que sentí |
No quedó un lugar que no anduviera en tí… |
Besos, ternura |
Que derroche de amor |
Cuanta locura |
Besos, ternura |
Que derroche de amor |
Cuanta locura |
Que no acabe esta noche |
Ni esta luna de abril |
Para entrar en el cielo, no es preciso morir |
Besos, ternura |
Que derroche de amor |
Cuanta locura |
Besos, ternura |
Que derroche de amor |
Cuanta locura |
Parecíamos dos irracionales |
Que se iban a morir mañana… |
Derrochábamos, no importaba nada |
Las reservas de los manantiales |
Parecíamos dos irracionales |
Que se iban a morir mañana… |
Si pudiera contar, todo lo que sentí |
No quedó un lugar que no anduviera en tí… |
Besos, ternura |
Que derroche de amor |
Cuanta locura |
Besos, ternura |
Que derroche de amor |
Cuanta locura |
Que no acabe esta noche |
Ni esta luna de abril |
Para entrar en el cielo |
No es preciso morir… |
Besos, ternura |
Y la noche es testigo de esta inmensa locura |
Besos, ternura |
Nuestra ruta de amor, se convierte en ternura |
Besos, ternura |
Besos… |
(translation) |
The suspended winding clock |
The phone disconnected |
On a table, two glasses of wine |
And at night it got out of hand... |
A rosy light we imagine |
We start by tasting the wine |
With looking at each other we said everything |
And at night it got out of hand... |
If I knew how to tell everything I felt |
There was not a place that was not in you... |
kisses, tenderness |
what a waste of love |
how crazy |
kisses, tenderness |
what a waste of love |
how crazy |
It doesn't end tonight |
Not even this April moon |
To enter heaven, you don't have to die |
kisses, tenderness |
what a waste of love |
how crazy |
kisses, tenderness |
what a waste of love |
how crazy |
We seemed two irrational |
That they were going to die tomorrow... |
We splurged, nothing mattered |
The reserves of the springs |
We seemed two irrational |
That they were going to die tomorrow... |
If I could count, everything I felt |
There was not a place that was not in you... |
kisses, tenderness |
what a waste of love |
how crazy |
kisses, tenderness |
what a waste of love |
how crazy |
It doesn't end tonight |
Not even this April moon |
to enter heaven |
You don't have to die... |
kisses, tenderness |
And the night is witness to this immense madness |
kisses, tenderness |
Our route of love, turns into tenderness |
kisses, tenderness |
Kisses… |