Lyrics of En Mi Cintura - Monica Molina

En Mi Cintura (original)

Suena la cancion,
y a las caderas desaf?
a,
un poco de agua fria por favor.
En el callejon,
la noche se viste de fiesta,
despierta de su siesta el bacilon.
Mirame
que te gustara saber,
que aunque ya no se regalen hoy,
este baile te lo doy,
Mirame,
estoy esperandote,
la musica suena para ti,
no la dejes de sentir.
Sigue el compas de este son,
las maracas y el tambor toma
el reclamo de mi mano y veras,
acercate un poco mas
y no pares de bailar
que en mi cintura tendrass cura el dolor.
Deja ya el reloj
que vas a desgastar las horas,
ya llegara la aurora con el sol,
sal de tu rincon
veras que todo es lumimnoso alrededor
si no hay esquina tras tu voz.
Mirame
que te gustara saber,
que aunque ya no se regalen hoy,
este baile te lo doy,
Mirame,
estoy esperandote,
la musica suena para ti,
no la dejes de sentir.
Sigue el compas de este son,
las maracas y el tambor toma
el reclamo de mi mano y veras,
acercate un poco mas
y no pares de bailar
que en mi cintura tendrass cura el dolor.
Mirame,
estoy esperandote,
la musica suena para ti no,
la dejes de sentir…

(translation)

the song sounds,
and to the hips deaf?
a,
some cold water please.
In the alley,
the night dresses up,
the bacilon wakes up from its nap.
Look at me
what would you like to know,
that although they are no longer given away today,
I give this dance to you,
Look at me,
I'm waiting for you,
the music sounds for you,
do not stop feeling it.
Follow the rhythm of this son,
the maracas and the drum takes
the claim of my hand and you will see,
come a little closer
and don't stop dancing
that in my waist tendrass cures the pain.
Leave the clock
that you are going to waste the hours,
the dawn will come with the sun,
get out of your corner
you will see that everything is luminous around
if there is no corner after your voice.
Look at me
what would you like to know,
that although they are no longer given away today,
I give this dance to you,
Look at me,
I'm waiting for you,
the music sounds for you,
do not stop feeling it.
Follow the rhythm of this son,
the maracas and the drum takes
the claim of my hand and you will see,
come a little closer
and don't stop dancing
that in my waist tendrass cures the pain.
Look at me,
I'm waiting for you,
the music sounds for you no,
stop feeling her...