Lyrics of Salvaje - Hector "El Father", Don Omar

Salvaje (original)

La llaman salvaje
pues cuando baila
se aprieta, se toca, se sube el traje
Tiene a los hombres volviendose locos
siguiendo un celaje eee eee
La llaman salvaje
pues cuando baila
se aprieta, se toca, se sube el traje
Tiene a los hombres volviendose locos
siguiendo un celaje, eee eee
Y baila como diosa como si no la vieran
se suelta el pelo y se hace toda una fiera
hacerle una oferta esta noche quisiera
que fuera yo la presa que su boca mordiera
Y va lanzando suave como hechizando a la luna
astuta en su dembo que te lleva a las alturas
ella es la gata que te ataca en la noche obscura
substancia pura, mi calentura
Salvaje
la llaman salvaje
Salvaje
la llaman salvaje
Ella ansiosa se toca el infierno esta en su boca
el trompecista de esa nota que te apoca
yo cubriria tu piel sin suelo tu roca
si te toca, te aloca
Y juega contigo como si vida no tuvieras
con solo un beso en sus brazos te murieras
ella es tu gata blanca tu ronca fiera
se aprieta, no juega
Salvajeeee
(se reporta para los anormales el bandolero, el mas salvaje)
le llaman salvaje (don) nelly absolutamente el arma secreta
Bambino para rodear con nosotros tienes que llegar aca arriba
dile que lo esperamos, en los anormales, mas bandolero que yo no hay ninguno
mas salvaje que yo no hay ninguno
salvaje, me llaman salvaje

(translation)

They call her wild
well when she dances
she squeezes, she touches herself, she pulls up her suit
She's got the men going crazy
following a cloudscape eee eee
They call her wild
well when she dances
she squeezes, she touches herself, she pulls up her suit
She's got the men going crazy
following a cloudscape, eee eee
And she dances like a goddess as if they didn't see her
she lets her hair down and becomes a beast
make you an offer tonight
that I was the prey that her mouth would bite
And she is throwing soft as casting a spell on the moon
cunning in her dembo of her that takes you to the heights
she is the cat that attacks you in the dark night
pure substance, my fever
Wild
they call her wild
Wild
they call her wild
She anxiously touches hell in her mouth
the trumpeter of that note that makes you weak
I would cover your skin without soil your rock
if she touches you, she drives you crazy
And she plays with you as if you had no life
with just one kiss in her arms you would die
she is your white cat, your hoarse beast
she squeezes, she doesn't play
savage
(the bandit, the wildest, is reported for the abnormal)
they call him savage (don) nelly absolutely the secret weapon
Bambino to surround with us you have to get up here
tell him that we are waiting for him, in the abnormal ones, there is none more bandit than me
wilder than me there is none
savage, they call me savage