Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Desde Mi Ventana, artist - Melendi. Album song Yo me veo contigo, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 07.12.2017
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Desde Mi Ventana(original) |
Letra de ''Desde Mi Ventana'' |
Siempre una bonita canción |
Debe llevar un bonito nombre; |
Yo suelo ponerle el de la mujer |
Que me inspiró |
Y sientes que la vida es diferente |
Y tu mirada es tan ardiente |
Como la leña en el fuego |
O la sal en las heridas |
Cuatro filas bien seguidas |
Pa nuestra boda en el sol |
Y ya no se si por naturaleza |
O por too lo q mi madre ha luchado por mí |
Que ya no hay pajaros en mi cabeza |
Ni castillos, ni princesas |
Ni aquella alergia a la fresa |
Ni recuerdos para ti |
ESTRIBILLO |
Y desde mi ventana |
Son mas bonitas las noches |
Tú eres mi cenicienta |
Y todas las estrellas son de colores |
Y desde mi ventana |
Aii lloran los cantaores |
Desde aquella triste tarde |
En que murio el arte con Lola Flores |
Siempre una bonita canción |
Debe tener un bonito final; |
Puede ser alegre, o tan triste |
Que nos haga llorar |
Y como llora ese angel en la trena |
Aii. |
que esta cumpliendo condena |
Por aplaudir cuando baila |
El viento debajo de tu falda |
De los celos y los amores |
Del q a hierro muere y mata |
Y dijo un rey, que el dinero no da la felicidad |
Y yo digo, q es una sensación tan parecida |
Que por mucho que lo intento |
Haga sol o sople el viento |
Esté llorando o esté contento |
No logro diferenciar… |
ESTRIBILLO |
Y dicen, y dicen por ahí |
Aii… que el amor no se compra |
Aii… que las rosas son rojas |
Y que tu cuerpo es pa mí |
ESTRIBILLO (x2) |
(translation) |
"From My Window" lyrics |
always a nice song |
It must have a nice name; |
I usually put the woman's |
what inspired me |
And you feel that life is different |
And your look is so hot |
Like the wood in the fire |
Or the salt in the wounds |
Four rows in a row |
For our wedding in the sun |
And I don't know if by nature |
Or for all that my mother has fought for me |
That there are no longer birds in my head |
Neither castles nor princesses |
Not even that allergy to strawberries |
no memories for you |
CHORUS |
and from my window |
The nights are more beautiful |
you are my cinderella |
And all the stars are colored |
and from my window |
Aii the singers cry |
Since that sad afternoon |
In which art died with Lola Flores |
always a nice song |
It must have a nice ending; |
It can be happy, or so sad |
make us cry |
And how that angel cries on the train |
Aii. |
who is serving a sentence |
For clapping when she dances |
The wind under your skirt |
Of jealousy and love |
From q to iron dies and kills |
And a king said that money does not bring happiness |
And I say, that it is such a similar feeling |
That as much as I try |
Make it sunny or blow the wind |
I'm crying or I'm happy |
I can't differentiate... |
CHORUS |
And they say, and they say out there |
Aii… love cannot be bought |
Aii… roses are red |
And that your body is for me |
CHORUS (x2) |