Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Primavera, artist - El Barrio. Album song Toda una Decada, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Ediciones Senador
Song language: Spanish
El Primavera(original) |
Si a tu ventana llega la primavera |
Hablando de quereles, |
tu no le abras la ventana |
No me seas ventanera (BiS) |
La primavera la sangre altera |
Y yo te doy mi mano |
y me coges el brazo |
Yo soy de los que sigo |
los viejos refranes |
Soy de pájaro en mano |
que cientos volando |
Si a tu ventana |
llega la primavera |
Tu no le abras la ventana, |
Si te habla de la noche, |
de la magia y las estrellas |
Ay, en esta camita tan fría |
Tan fría que el hielo es calor |
Buscando entre mis sábanas blancas |
un perfume un olor |
Ay, si la almohada hablase |
dañaría tu mente amor |
No concibo sueño alguno, |
hasta el alba mi niña |
Hasta el día amor |
He pensado en escribirte |
algunos versos de amor |
Pero he cogido mi pluma |
me abandonóla inspiración |
He pensado en buscarte |
entre mis recuerdos amor |
Pero mi mente se debilita |
y me he ahogado en sudor |
Asíque seguirépensando |
que pudo ser de los dos |
Si me quisiera |
como yo te quiero niña |
Que pudo hacer de nosotros amor |
Si a tu ventana |
llega la primavera |
Sombras de media luz |
que han seguío tus pasos |
Por la callejuela, |
es la primavera, |
llenas de hojas nuevas |
No vale la pena |
que hable de su encanto, |
no vale la pena |
Sombras de media luz, |
que vuela como el buitre |
Sobre la carroña, |
que yace en el campo, |
su disfraz es de santo |
No vale la pena |
que hable de su encanto, |
no vale la pena |
Habla contigo a solas |
y a espalda mía |
Supuestamente dice |
que es muy traidora |
Te pinta un mundo |
lleno de fantasía |
Y luego coge goma va |
y te lo borra |
Ay vida mía |
Verás que tiene |
estudios amplios en su palabra |
Aunque sus planes siempre |
se basan en lo mismo |
Promete que si afirma |
sus proposiciones |
Verás el firmamento |
de un color distinto (BiS) |
Yo quiero que se pare el tiempo, |
que ese es mi castigo |
Que las manillas de mi relojillo |
desaparezcan |
cuando estoy contigo |
Si a tu ventana |
llega la primavera… |
(translation) |
If spring arrives at your window |
Speaking of complaints, |
you do not open the window |
Don't be a window for me (BiS) |
Spring alters blood |
And I give you my hand |
and you take my arm |
I am one of those who follow |
the old sayings |
I am from bird in hand |
that hundreds flying |
yes to your window |
Spring arrives |
You do not open the window, |
If he talks to you about the night, |
of magic and the stars |
Oh, in this cold bed |
So cold that ice is heat |
Searching between my white sheets |
a perfume a scent |
Oh, if the pillow could talk |
it would damage your mind love |
I do not conceive any dream, |
until dawn my girl |
until the day love |
I have thought of writing to you |
some love verses |
But I have taken my pen |
inspiration left me |
I have thought about looking for you |
among my memories love |
But my mind grows weak |
and I've drowned in sweat |
So I'll keep thinking |
what could become of both |
if you wanted me |
how I love you girl |
That she could make us love |
yes to your window |
Spring arrives |
half light shadows |
who have followed in your footsteps |
down the alley, |
it's spring, |
full of new leaves |
Not worth it |
that speaks of its charm of her, |
not worth it |
half light shadows, |
that flies like the vulture |
on the carrion, |
that lies in the field, |
her costume is that of a saint |
Not worth it |
that speaks of its charm of her, |
not worth it |
talk to you alone |
and behind me |
she supposedly says |
that she is very treacherous |
She paints a world for you |
full of fantasy |
And then she picks up gum goes |
and she erases it |
oh my life |
You will see that she has |
extensive studies in his word |
Although her plans always |
are based on the same |
Promise that if she claims |
your propositions |
you will see the firmament |
of a different color (BiS) |
I want time to stop |
that is my punishment |
That the hands of my watch |
disappear |
when I'm with you |
yes to your window |
Spring arrives… |