Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Porque Me Gusta a Morir, artist - Jenni Rivera. Album song Joyas Prestadas - Pop, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 20.11.2011
Record label: Jenni Rivera Enterprises
Song language: Spanish
Porque Me Gusta a Morir(original) |
Porque me araña |
Me inquieta y me va, |
Porque despierta en mi cosas |
Olvidadas ya, |
Porque ha llegado |
Calando en mi piel |
Siento unas ganas inmensas |
De hacerlo con el. |
Porque me invade |
Y me agita su voz |
Y siento hasta escalofríos |
Acercándonos, |
Porque hay respeto |
Y ternura a la vez |
Siento unas ganas inmensas |
De hacerlo con el |
Porque me gusta a morir, |
Porque me gusta a morir, |
Me enciendo tan solo pensarlo, |
Me lleno, me excito y me exalto |
No se si podría aguantarlo |
Si ahora lo hiciera con el |
Porque me gusta a morir, |
Porque me gusta a morir, |
Yo se que seria increíble; |
Que podría pasar cualquier cosa; |
Tocar con mis manos la Gloria |
Si ahora lo hiciera con el. |
Por que el me gusta a morir |
Porque me araña |
Me inquieta y me va, |
Porque despierta en mi cosas |
Olvidadas ya, |
Porque ha llegado |
Calando en mi piel |
Siento unas ganas inmensas |
De hacerlo con el. |
Porque me invade |
Y me agita su voz |
Y siento hasta escalofríos |
Acercándonos, |
Porque hay respeto |
Y ternura a la vez |
Siento unas ganas inmensas |
De hacerlo con el |
Porque me gusta a morir, |
Porque me gusta a morir, |
Me enciendo tan solo pensarlo, |
Me lleno, me excito y me exalto |
No se si podría aguantarlo |
Si ahora lo hiciera con el |
Porque me gusta a morir, |
Porque me gusta a morir, |
Yo se que seria increíble; |
Que podría pasar cualquier cosa; |
Tocar con mis manos la Gloria |
Si ahora lo hiciera con el. |
Por que el me gusta a morir |
(translation) |
because it scratches me |
It makes me restless and it leaves me, |
'Cause wake up in my stuff |
already forgotten, |
because it has arrived |
penetrating my skin |
I feel an immense desire |
To do it with him. |
because he invades me |
And her voice shakes me |
And I even feel chills |
getting closer, |
because there is respect |
And tenderness at the same time |
I feel an immense desire |
to do it with him |
Because I like to die, |
Because I like to die, |
I get turned on just thinking about it, |
I get full, I get excited and I get excited |
I don't know if I could take it |
If now I did it with him |
Because I like to die, |
Because I like to die, |
I know it would be amazing; |
That anything could happen; |
Touch with my hands the Glory |
If now I did it with him. |
Because I like him to die |
because it scratches me |
It makes me restless and it leaves me, |
'Cause wake up in my stuff |
already forgotten, |
because it has arrived |
penetrating my skin |
I feel an immense desire |
To do it with him. |
because it invades me |
And her voice shakes me |
And I even feel chills |
getting closer, |
because there is respect |
And tenderness at the same time |
I feel an immense desire |
to do it with him |
Because I like to die, |
Because I like to die, |
I get turned on just thinking about it, |
I get full, I get excited and I get excited |
I don't know if I could take it |
If now I did it with him |
Because I like to die, |
Because I like to die, |
I know it would be amazing; |
That anything could happen; |
Touch with my hands the Glory |
If now I did it with him. |
Because I like him to die |