Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Así Es Carolita, artist - Leonardo Favio.
Date of issue: 18.12.2020
Song language: Spanish
Así Es Carolita(original) |
Tiene, cuando despierta |
Ojitos de niño |
Carita traviesa |
Ay, que lindo es tenerla a mi lado y quererla |
Como yo sé |
Sé querer |
Ay, que lindo es tenerla a mi lado y quererla |
Como yo sé |
Sé querer |
Tienen, cuando me miran |
Sus ojos un brillo |
Que todo me animan |
Ay, que lindo es oírla rondar por la casa |
Y saber |
Que ella es feliz |
Ay, que lindo es oírla rondar por la casa |
Y saber |
Que ella es feliz |
Pero a veces |
Me gusta chaparla, gritarle |
Y hacer el milagro de alguna canción |
Decirle que todo mis sueños |
Giran en torno suyo |
Porque ella es mi amor |
Me gusta mirarla a los ojos |
Cuando llego y veo que tiembla de amor |
Y entonces besarla y contarle |
Lo bueno y lo malo que hoy me sucedió |
A veces le cuento cosas |
Muy mías y tiernas |
Que lindas mañanas |
Contaba mi padre |
Cuentos que me hablaban |
De tierras lejanas |
De duendes y hadas |
Que quizás a mis pibes |
Nunca contaré |
Es frágil y tierna |
Como un niño descalzo |
Como un pájaro encinta |
Ay, que lindo es saber |
Que el invierno vendrá |
Y lloraré, sufriré |
Ay, que lindo es saber |
Que el invierno vendrá |
Y lloraré, sufriré |
Pero a veces |
Me gusta chaparla, gritarle |
Y hacer el milagro de alguna canción |
Gritarle que todo mis sueños |
Giran en torno suyo |
Porque ella es mi amor |
Me gusta mirarla a los ojos |
Cuando llego y veo que tiembla de amor |
Y entonces besarla y contarle |
Lo bueno y lo malo que hoy me sucedió |
Tiene cuando despierta |
Ojitos de niño |
Carita traviesa |
Yes |
Abra |
Olé |
Yes |
Órale |
Abra |
Olé |
Yes |
Órale |
Abra |
Olé |
Yes |
Órale |
(translation) |
has, when he wakes up |
child's eyes |
naughty face |
Oh, how nice it is to have her by my side and love her |
As I know |
I know how to love |
Oh, how nice it is to have her by my side and love her |
As I know |
I know how to love |
They have, when they look at me |
her eyes a shine |
that all cheer me up |
Oh, how nice it is to hear her around the house |
And know |
that she is happy |
Oh, how nice it is to hear her around the house |
And know |
that she is happy |
But sometimes |
I like to smack her, yell at her |
And make the miracle of some song |
Tell him that all my dreams |
They revolve around you |
because she is my love |
I like to look into her eyes |
When I arrive and see that she trembles with love |
And then kiss her and tell her |
The good and the bad that happened to me today |
Sometimes I tell him things |
very mine and tender |
what beautiful mornings |
my father counted |
stories that spoke to me |
from distant lands |
Of elves and fairies |
That maybe my kids |
I will never tell |
She is fragile and tender |
like a barefoot child |
like a pregnant bird |
Oh, how nice it is to know |
that winter will come |
And I will cry, I will suffer |
Oh, how nice it is to know |
that winter will come |
And I will cry, I will suffer |
But sometimes |
I like to smack her, yell at her |
And make the miracle of some song |
Yell at him that all my dreams |
They revolve around you |
because she is my love |
I like to look into her eyes |
When I arrive and see that she trembles with love |
And then kiss her and tell her |
The good and the bad that happened to me today |
She has when she wakes up |
child's eyes |
naughty face |
And it is |
open |
Ole |
And it is |
ok |
open |
Ole |
And it is |
ok |
open |
Ole |
And it is |
ok |