Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mi Morena, artist - El Barrio. Album song Hasta el Fin de los Tiempos, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 09.12.2012
Record label: Flamenco Abierto
Song language: Spanish
Mi Morena(original) |
Era indecente |
el besarnos tanto y tanto |
delante de tanta gente |
era ilegal |
el querernos sin medida |
hasta nunca poder mas. |
Ay tus besos |
por Dios que tienen tus besos |
que hacen que cierre mis ojos |
y me tiemble todo el cuerpo (bis). |
Prima que tienen tus labios |
que me encienden los sentios |
y no hay mares pa' apagarlos. |
Ay mi morena |
eres la causa de mi pena |
ay mi morena |
un desierto sin arena |
las manillas del reloj |
atado de pies y manos |
corren tiempos de ilusion |
Que mira acercate |
que te voy a decir |
una letra muy bajito |
y asi me llevo tu olor |
impregnao en el chalequito. |
No se que me pasa, |
estoy nervioso perdio, |
cambio oro por los hilos |
que llevas en tus vestios |
me ha pedio un regalo, |
y yo que tanto la quiero |
voy a llevarle a mi morena |
mi guitarra y mi sombrero. |
Ay mi morena |
eres la causa de mi pena |
ay mi morena |
un desierto sin arena |
las manillas del reloj |
atado de pies y manos |
corren tiempos de ilusion |
(translation) |
it was indecent |
kissing us so much and so much |
in front of so many people |
it was illegal |
loving each other without measure |
Until I can never more. |
oh your kisses |
by God that have your kisses |
that make me close my eyes |
and my whole body trembles (bis). |
Cousin that your lips have |
that ignites my feelings |
and there are no seas to turn them off. |
Oh my brunette |
you are the cause of my sorrow |
oh my brunette |
a desert without sand |
the hands of the clock |
tied hands and feet |
these are times of illusion |
what look come closer |
What am I going to tell you |
a very short letter |
and so I take your smell |
impregnated in the vest. |
I do not know what is happening to me, |
I'm nervous lost |
I exchange gold for the threads |
what are you wearing in your clothes |
he asked me for a gift, |
and I love her so much |
I'm going to take my brunette |
my guitar and my hat. |
Oh my brunette |
you are the cause of my sorrow |
oh my brunette |
a desert without sand |
the hands of the clock |
tied hands and feet |
these are times of illusion |