Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tudu Bem, artist - Los Caligaris. Album song No Es Lo Que Parece, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 30.06.2007
Record label: Popartdiscos Internacional
Song language: Spanish
Tudu Bem(original) |
El verano pasado |
Adianchi, adianchi |
El verano pasado |
Me fui a Brasil |
Y en la playa conocí a una linda mulatona |
Tenia muy buena figura |
Y adelante dos melones |
Me flecho a primera vista |
Y por eso la seguí |
Ella me volvió a mirar |
Yo le tire un besiño |
La garota sonrió |
Y se sacó el corpiño |
Me empecé a entusiasmar |
Se notaba en la zunga |
Que eu no quería falar |
Que quería dunga dunga |
Paralamas, Ronaldinho, Caipiriña |
Camisiña, Obrigado, Pele, Xuxa |
Tudu Bem |
Nos metimos en el mar |
Para que nadie nos vea |
Justo en el mejor momento |
La cosa se puso fea |
Llego el novio de la flaca |
Era un negro muy grandote |
Me agarro con las dos manos |
Para ahorcarme del cogote |
El no se cansaba nunca |
Me pego un rato largo |
Se juntaba mucha gente |
Y yo seguía cobrando |
Me dijo me tengo que ir |
Veni a las siete menos cuarto |
Yo le dije para que |
Para seguirte pegando |
(translation) |
Last summer |
Adianchi, adianchi |
Last summer |
I went to Brazil |
And on the beach I met a pretty mulatto girl |
I had a very good figure |
And forward two melons |
I get crushed at first sight |
And that's why I followed her |
she looked at me again |
I threw him a kiss |
the girl smiled |
And she took off her bra |
I started to get excited |
She was noticeable in the zunga |
That you didn't want to talk |
who wanted dunga dunga |
Paralamas, Ronaldinho, Caipirinha |
Camisiña, Obrigado, Pele, Xuxa |
Tudu Bem |
We got into the sea |
so no one sees us |
Right at the best time |
things got ugly |
The skinny's boyfriend arrived |
He was a very big black |
I grab myself with both hands |
To hang myself by the neck |
He never got tired |
I stick a long time |
many people gathered |
And I kept getting paid |
He told me I have to go |
Come at a quarter to seven |
I told him why |
to keep hitting you |