Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sastre de Tu Amor , by - Orishas. Release date: 24.05.2018
Song language: Spanish
Sastre de Tu Amor(original) |
| Y es que me vuelves loco |
| Tu piel me sabe a coco |
| Y me pierdo en las curvas peligrosas de tus labios |
| No existe el calendario |
| Cuando tu estás conmigo |
| Mi mundo gira solo por debajo de tu ombligo |
| Yo quiero ser el sastre de tu amor |
| Yo quiero hacértelo a la medida |
| Yo quiero que dos copas de licor |
| Nos pongan otra vez a la deriva |
| Y medí despacito todito tu cuerpo |
| Coser con ternura tu pecho en mi pecho |
| Hacer que tu pelo se enrede en mi pelo |
| Yo soy costurero y tu mi modelo |
| Descoser suavecito toda tu cintura |
| Hilar sin modales toda esta locura |
| Perder el control en esta figura |
| Yo soy alfiler y tu mi costura, baby |
| Yo quiero ser el sastre de tu amor |
| Yo quiero hacértelo a la medida |
| Yo quiero que dos copas de licor |
| Nos pongan otra vez a la deriva (Bendita deriva) |
| Quisiera trazarte como cirujano |
| Tu cara, tu cuerpo, tu espacio |
| Mis manos bajando a la zona prohibida |
| Justo a la medida y ahí vamos |
| Mi amor |
| Mi amor te deshidrata |
| Cuando te veo desnuda |
| Y explotas las costuras de mi corazón |
| No sé que pasa con tu calma |
| Que siempre me desarma |
| Me alarma, me sube y me baja |
| Creo que todo eso es mental |
| Y lo fundamental es tocarte |
| Y es que me vuelves loco |
| Tu piel me sabe a coco |
| Y me pierdo en las curvas peligrosas de tus labios |
| No existe el calendario |
| Cuando tu estás conmigo |
| Mi mundo gira solo por debajo de tu ombligo (Por debajo de tu ombligo) |
| Yo quiero ser el sastre de tu amor |
| Yo quiero hacértelo a la medida |
| Yo quiero que dos copas de licor (Ay, de licor, de licor) |
| Nos pongan otra vez a la deriva (Bendita deriva) |
| (translation) |
| And it's that you drive me crazy |
| Your skin tastes like coconut to me |
| And I lose myself in the dangerous curves of your lips |
| There is no calendar |
| when you are with me |
| My world spins only below your navel |
| I want to be the tailor of your love |
| I want to make it to measure |
| I want two glasses of liquor |
| Put us adrift again |
| And I slowly measured your whole body |
| Tenderly sew your chest on my chest |
| Make your hair tangle in my hair |
| I am a seamstress and you are my model |
| Gently unstitch your entire waist |
| Spin without manners all this madness |
| Lose control in this figure |
| I am a pin and you are my sewing, baby |
| I want to be the tailor of your love |
| I want to make it to measure |
| I want two glasses of liquor |
| Put us adrift again (Blessed drift) |
| I would like to trace you as a surgeon |
| Your face, your body, your space |
| My hands going down to the forbidden zone |
| Just tailored and there we go |
| My love |
| my love dehydrates you |
| when i see you naked |
| And you pop the seams of my heart |
| I don't know what's up with your calm |
| that always disarms me |
| It alarms me, raises me and lowers me |
| I think all of that is mental |
| And the fundamental thing is to touch you |
| And it's that you drive me crazy |
| Your skin tastes like coconut to me |
| And I lose myself in the dangerous curves of your lips |
| There is no calendar |
| when you are with me |
| My world spins only below your navel (Below your navel) |
| I want to be the tailor of your love |
| I want to make it to measure |
| I want two glasses of liquor (Oh, of liquor, of liquor) |
| Put us adrift again (Blessed drift) |