
Date of issue: 23.09.2010
Song language: Spanish
Fumando Espero(original) |
Fumar es un placer |
Genial, sensual |
Fumando espero |
Al hombre a quien yo quiero |
Tras los cristales |
De alegres ventanales |
Mientras fumo |
Mi vida no consumo |
Porque flotando el humo |
Me suelo adormecer… |
Tendida en la chaisse longue |
Soñar y amar… |
Ver a mi amante |
Solícito y galante |
Sentir sus labios |
Besar con besos sabios |
Y el devaneo |
Sentir con más deseos |
Cuando sus ojos veo |
Sedientos de pasión |
Por eso estando mi bien |
Es mi fumar un edén |
Dame el humo de tu boca |
Anda, que así me vuelvo loca |
Corre que quiero enloquecer |
De placer |
Sintiendo ese calor |
Del humo embriagador |
Que acaba por prender |
La llama ardiente del amor |
Mi egipcio es especial |
Qué olor, señor |
Tras la batalla |
En que el amor estalla |
Un cigarrillo |
Es siempre un descansillo |
Y aunque parece |
Que el cuerpo languidece |
Tras el cigarro crece |
Su fuerza, su vigor |
La hora de inquietud |
Con él, no es cruel |
Sus espirales son sueños celestiales |
Y forman nubes |
Que así a la gloria suben |
Y envuelta en ella |
Su chispa es una estrella |
Que luce, clara y bella |
(translation) |
smoking is a pleasure |
cool, sexy |
Smoking I wait |
To the man whom I love |
behind the crystals |
Of cheerful windows |
while i smoke |
I do not consume my life |
because floating the smoke |
I tend to fall asleep... |
Stretched out on the chaise longue |
dream and love... |
see my lover |
solicitous and gallant |
feel your lips |
Kiss with wise kisses |
and the daydream |
feel with more desires |
When I see his eyes |
thirsty for passion |
That's why being my good |
Is my smoking an eden |
Give me the smoke from your mouth |
Come on, that's how I go crazy |
Run I want to go crazy |
Pleasure |
feeling that heat |
From the heady smoke |
that ends up igniting |
The burning flame of love |
My Egyptian is special |
what a smell sir |
after the battle |
in which love explodes |
A cigarette |
It's always a landing |
and although it seems |
That the body languishes |
after the cigarette grows |
His strength, his vigor |
The hour of restlessness |
With him, it is not cruel |
His spirals are heavenly dreams |
And they form clouds |
that thus to glory they ascend |
And wrapped in it |
His spark he's a star |
That looks, clear and beautiful |