Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oficio de Enamorado , by - Juan Luis Guerra 4.40. Release date: 31.12.1993
Song language: Spanish
Oficio de Enamorado(original) |
| Salgo de la casa, corro por las calles |
| y un rayo me atrapa con su luz |
| leo los diarios, Jordan retirado |
| y el colesterol no ayuda a mi salud |
| opinan todos menos tú |
| (Pero te digo que yo) |
| Me siento en la acera, te escribo un poema |
| y un perro me guiña un ojo azul |
| oigo mil llamadas, no respondo nada |
| el código de área de mi comprensión |
| se lo entregué a tu corazón, negrita linda |
| Y lo que me pasa a mí |
| mamita estoy ofusca (d)o |
| y de seguir así |
| voy a acabar tosta (d)o |
| ¡Ay no! |
| no me hagas sufrir |
| que eres mi fuente de luz |
| lo que me pasa a mí |
| le pasa a todo el mundo |
| una locura así |
| que me lleva a lo absurdo |
| es oficio de enamora (d)o… |
| Sigo caminando, me grita el asfalto |
| y un tráfico multa mi razón |
| busco bien tu cara, la ilusión me ladra |
| me perfumo el alma con exactitud |
| estaban todos menos tú, negrita linda |
| Y lo que me pasa a mí |
| mamita estoy ofuscao |
| y de seguir así |
| voy a acabar tostao |
| ¡Ay no! |
| no me hagas sufrir |
| que eres mi fuente de luz |
| lo que me pasa a mí |
| le pasa a todo el mundo |
| una locura así |
| que me lleva a lo absurdo |
| es oficio de enamorao… |
| (translation) |
| I leave the house, I run through the streets |
| and a ray catches me with its light |
| I read the papers, Jordan retired |
| and cholesterol does not help my health |
| everyone thinks except you |
| (But I tell you that I) |
| I sit on the sidewalk, I write you a poem |
| and a dog winks at me with a blue eye |
| I hear a thousand calls, I do not answer anything |
| the area code my understanding |
| I gave it to your heart, cute bold |
| and what happens to me |
| Mommy I'm confused (d)o |
| and to continue like this |
| I'm going to finish toast (d)o |
| Oh no! |
| do not make me suffer |
| that you are my source of light |
| what happens to me |
| it happens to everyone |
| crazy like that |
| which leads me to the absurd |
| It is the job of falling in love (d) or… |
| I keep walking, the asphalt yells at me |
| and a fine traffic my reason |
| I look well for your face, the illusion barks at me |
| I perfume my soul exactly |
| everyone was there except you, pretty black girl |
| and what happens to me |
| Mommy I'm obfuscao |
| and to continue like this |
| I'm going to finish toast |
| Oh no! |
| do not make me suffer |
| that you are my source of light |
| what happens to me |
| it happens to everyone |
| crazy like that |
| which leads me to the absurd |
| It's a job of falling in love... |