Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Me Llamas, artist - Héctor Acosta "El Torito". Album song Oblígame, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 05.04.2018
Record label: D.A.M
Song language: Spanish
Me Llamas(original) |
Me llamas |
Para decirme que te marchas |
Que ya no aguantas mas |
Que ya estas harta de verme cada día |
De compartir su cama |
De domingos de fútbol metido en casa |
Me dices que el amor |
Igual que llega pasa |
Y el tuyo se marcho |
Por, la ventana |
Y que encontró un lugar |
En otra cama |
Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmín |
Y te has colgado el bolso que te regalo |
Y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste |
Lo estrenas hoy |
Y sales a la calle buscando amor |
Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmín |
Y te has colgado el bolso que te regalo |
Y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste |
Lo estrenas hoy |
Y sales a la calle buscando amor |
Me llamas |
Para decirme que te engaña |
Que ya de nuestro amor |
No, queda nada |
Que se busco otro nido |
Que abandono tu casa |
Que te faltan caricias |
Por las mañanas |
Me dices que el amor |
Igual que llega pasa |
Y el tuyo se marcho |
Por, la ventana |
Y que encontró un lugar |
En otra cama |
Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmín |
Y te has colgado el bolso que te regalo |
Y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste |
Lo estrenas hoy |
Y sales a la calle buscando amor |
Y te has pintado la sonrisa de carmín |
Y te has colgado el bolso que te regalo |
Y aquel vestido que nunca estrenaste |
Lo estrenas hoy |
Y sales a la calle buscando amor |
Buscando amor |
Buscando amor |
Buscando amor |
Buscando amor |
(translation) |
You call me |
to tell me that you're leaving |
that you can't take it anymore |
That you're tired of seeing me every day |
of sharing your bed |
Of soccer Sundays stuck at home |
you tell me that love |
just as it comes happens |
and yours is gone |
Through the window |
And you found a place |
in another bed |
And you have painted your carmine smile |
And you have hung the bag that I give you |
And that dress you never wore |
you release it today |
And you go out looking for love |
And you have painted your carmine smile |
And you have hung the bag that I give you |
And that dress you never wore |
you release it today |
And you go out looking for love |
You call me |
To tell me that he cheats on you |
That already of our love |
Nothing remains |
that I look for another nest |
that I leave your house |
that you lack caresses |
In the mornings |
you tell me that love |
just as it comes happens |
and yours is gone |
Through the window |
And you found a place |
in another bed |
And you have painted your carmine smile |
And you have hung the bag that I give you |
And that dress you never wore |
you release it today |
And you go out looking for love |
And you have painted your carmine smile |
And you have hung the bag that I give you |
And that dress you never wore |
you release it today |
And you go out looking for love |
Looking for love |
Looking for love |
Looking for love |
Looking for love |