Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Habana, artist - Florent Pagny. Album song Habana, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 17.11.2016
Record label: Capitol Music France
Song language: Spanish
Habana(original) |
Un letrero en la pared de una calle sin final |
De papel o de ceniza, como un cuento del abuelo |
Descubrí bajo el sombrero, une tarde su sonrisa |
A nadie se parecía, al menos en la mirada |
Jovencita de mil ganas y otras miles prohibidas |
Y nos fuimos caminando entre risas y alborotos |
Y a su lado fui soñando entre sorpresas y rotos |
Habana que espera sentada en el balcón a que suba la marea |
Habana tranquila, bañándose en el mar la luna siempre te mira. |
Y yo |
Me dijeron tantas cosas, de buenos y de villanos |
Pero al hablarte con las manos se te enredan las razones |
Y luego la mente flota |
Dicen que tiene un amante pero prefiere estar sola |
Tiene una luz que enamora y un dolor en el semblante |
Y volvimos caminando bien borrachos de alegría |
Pero no sé todavía si ya fue, o está pasando |
Habana se enciende, jugando a enamorar, jugando a ser diferente |
Habana desnuda, pasiones de un lugar donde la vida se fuma |
Si la vas a enamorar, siente |
Si la quieres olvidar, no te enamores |
Y si llegas a besar, terminas aprendiendo a respetar su suerte |
Habana cansada de volver a empezar y de que no pase nada |
Habana de noche, la magia de rodar donde todos te conocen |
Habana perdida, de música y de mar, de pasiones y mentiras |
Habana se enciende, jugando a enamorar, jugando a ser diferente |
Habana desnuda, pasiones de lugar donde la vida se fuma, se fuma |
Donde la vida se fuma |
Habana |
(translation) |
A sign on the wall of an endless street |
Made of paper or ash, like a grandfather's story |
I discovered under the hat, a late smile |
He didn't look like anyone, at least in his eyes |
Young girl with a thousand desires and thousands of others prohibited |
And we walked between laughter and riots |
And by his side I was dreaming between surprises and broken |
Havana sitting on the balcony waiting for the tide to rise |
Quiet Havana, bathing in the sea, the moon always looks at you. |
And me |
They told me so many things, about good guys and villains |
But when talking to you with your hands, your reasons get tangled up |
And then the mind floats |
They say she has a lover but she prefers to be alone |
She has a light that falls in love and a pain in her face |
And we walked back drunk with joy |
But I still don't know if it was, or is happening |
Havana lights up, playing to fall in love, playing to be different |
Naked Havana, passions of a place where life is smoked |
If you are going to make her fall in love, feel |
If you want to forget her, don't fall in love |
And if you get to kiss, you end up learning to respect their fate |
Havana tired of starting over and nothing happening |
Havana at night, the magic of filming where everyone knows you |
Lost Havana, of music and sea, of passions and lies |
Havana lights up, playing to fall in love, playing to be different |
Naked Havana, passions of a place where life smokes, smokes |
where life smokes |
Havana |