Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Búscame , by - Kany García. Release date: 26.05.2020
Song language: Spanish
Búscame(original) |
| Cuando se apaguen todas las farolas |
| Cuando de miedo te quedes dormido |
| Cuando estés listo pa' soltar la soga |
| Cuando tu lágrima se cae al río |
| Cuando la vida está solo en caída |
| Cuando ya crees morir en el combate |
| Cuando te piense que es causa perdida |
| Cuando el cansancio tu fuerza arrebate |
| Búscame, que el sol nos tueste la cara |
| Búscame, para bailar en las malas |
| Búscame, pa' hacer caminos con pala |
| Tú ni has llamado y yo que ya he llegado |
| Búscame, hay que besar a la herida |
| Búscame, quiero ser tu gasolina |
| Búscame, para alegrarte la vida |
| Y búscame, búscame, búscame bien |
| Búscame cuando la cosa pinte feíta |
| Cuando no hay guitarra te canto a capelita |
| Búscame en las calles donde la gente habita |
| Donde pa' la fiesta nada se necesita |
| Y así la vida se fue con los años |
| Con tu mirada ya yo respondía |
| Vinieron más de uno a hacernos daño |
| Y les tramamos una despedida |
| Fuiste mi hombro el día de aquellos tragos |
| Yo la madrina de tu peor conquista |
| Yo te cuidé la espalda el día del daño |
| Tú me aguantaste todas las caídas |
| Búscame, que el sol nos tueste la cara |
| Búscame, para una cumbia en la playa |
| Búscame, pa' hacer caminos con pala |
| Tú ni has llamado y yo que ya he llegado |
| Búscame, pa' echarle sal a la herida |
| Búscame, quiero ser tu gasolina |
| Búscame, para alegrarte la vida |
| Búscame, búscame, búscame bien |
| Búscame, Carlos |
| (Búscame) |
| Búscame, búscame, búscame |
| Búscame, que el sol nos tueste la cara |
| Búscame, para una cumbia en la playa |
| Búscame, pa' hacer caminos con pala |
| Tú ni has llamado y yo que ya he llegado |
| Búscame, pa' echarle sal a la herida |
| Búscame, quiero ser tu gasolina |
| Búscame, para alegrarte la vida |
| Búscame, búscame, búscame bien |
| Búscame cuando la cosa pinte feíta |
| Cuando no hay guitarra te canto a capelita |
| Búscame en las calles donde la gente habita |
| Donde pa' la fiesta nada se necesita |
| (translation) |
| When all the streetlights go out |
| When you fall asleep out of fear |
| When you're ready to let go of the rope |
| When your tear falls into the river |
| When life is only in fall |
| When you already think you'll die in combat |
| When I think you're a lost cause |
| When tiredness takes away your strength |
| Look for me, let the sun roast our faces |
| Look for me, to dance in bad times |
| Find me, to make paths with a shovel |
| You haven't even called and I've already arrived |
| Look for me, you have to kiss the wound |
| Find me, I want to be your gasoline |
| Look for me, to make your life happy |
| And look for me, look for me, look for me well |
| Find me when things look ugly |
| When there is no guitar I sing to you a capelita |
| Look for me in the streets where people live |
| Where for the party nothing is needed |
| And so life went with the years |
| With your look I already answered |
| More than one came to hurt us |
| And we plot them a farewell |
| You were my shoulder the day of those drinks |
| I the godmother of your worst conquest |
| I took care of your back the day of the damage |
| You took me through all the falls |
| Look for me, let the sun roast our faces |
| Look for me, for a cumbia on the beach |
| Find me, to make paths with a shovel |
| You haven't even called and I've already arrived |
| Look for me, to add salt to the wound |
| Find me, I want to be your gasoline |
| Look for me, to make your life happy |
| Look for me, look for me, look for me well |
| Find me Carlos |
| (Find me) |
| Find me, find me, find me |
| Look for me, let the sun roast our faces |
| Look for me, for a cumbia on the beach |
| Find me, to make paths with a shovel |
| You haven't even called and I've already arrived |
| Look for me, to add salt to the wound |
| Find me, I want to be your gasoline |
| Look for me, to make your life happy |
| Look for me, look for me, look for me well |
| Find me when things look ugly |
| When there is no guitar I sing to you a capelita |
| Look for me in the streets where people live |
| Where for the party nothing is needed |