Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Juego De Sandy, artist - Gianluca Grignani. Album song Destino Paraiso - 25th Anniversary Edition, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 23.02.1995
Record label: Universal Music Italia
Song language: Spanish
El Juego De Sandy(original) |
Sandy era una chiquilla |
Controlada por su cuerpo de maravilla |
Se divertia jugando al amor |
Me enseaba todo lo que yo ahora se Pero en su mente un mal dia |
Un mal dia que yo presentia |
Que aquellos juegos de amor para mi Ahora son caricias al mas alto precio que |
Solo son caricias al mas alto precio |
Sandy tu andas de aca para alla |
Tu con tus juegos de sexo en eso quedas tu Sandy dinero no me queda ya Solo recuerdos mas no los gasto porque tu Sandy |
Ya ni recuerdos tendras |
Ya ni recuerdos |
Y nace una idea |
Que escapa, que vuela |
Dejando una estela |
Que se me va |
Y miro tu espejo, de nuevo tu lecho |
Lo veo ya Tu madre que sale |
La puerta se cierra |
Tu entra ya Me llamas tu Desde tu guarida |
La calle es mas corta |
Me esperas tu Decias eres un chiquillo |
Bajo tus sabanas de lino |
Me siento mal |
Hay tres coches esperando |
Para hacerle el amor a Sandy |
Mientras Sandy sin saber |
Que esta ves con ella yo no jugare |
Que esta ves con ella yo no jugare |
Que esta ves con ella yo no jugare |
(translation) |
Sandy was a little girl |
Controlled by her body of wonder |
She had fun playing love |
She taught me everything I know now But in her mind it was a bad day |
A bad day that I felt |
That those love games for me are now caresses at the highest price that |
They are only caresses at the highest price |
Sandy you walk from here to there |
You, with your sex games, that's what your Sandy is, I don't have any more money, only memories, but I don't spend them because you, Sandy |
You won't even have memories |
no more memories |
And an idea is born |
that escapes, that flies |
leaving a wake |
What's going on? |
And I look at your mirror, again at your bed |
I see it now, your mother coming out |
Door is closing |
You come in now, you call me from your lair |
the street is shorter |
You're waiting for me, you said you're a little boy |
Under your linen sheets |
I don't feel well |
There are three cars waiting |
To make love to Sandy |
While Sandy without knowing |
That this time with her I will not play |
That this time with her I will not play |
That this time with her I will not play |