Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Si Fuera Mia, artist - Polo Montañez. Album song The Lusafrica Series: Guajiro Natural / Guitarra Mía, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Record label: Lusafrica
Song language: Spanish
Si Fuera Mia(original) |
En un cuarto azul pequeño, una mujer se levanta |
Y asomándose a través de la ventana |
Sin decir una palabra recostándose a la almohada |
Esperando tanto amor que le hace falta |
Por el brillo de sus ojos, a través de su mirada |
Se le nota la necesidad de un beso |
Y a la claridad del alba me provoca con su espalda |
Apurando la mitad de mis deseos |
Con los dedos de sus manos se abre surcos en el pelo |
Como una criatura inofensiva |
Y le observo cuando duerme su belleza transparente |
Que la llego a comparar con una niña |
El ventilador de frente, orgulloso la refresca |
Siento envidia como el aire la despeina |
Y sus labios casi rojos me van llenando de antojos |
Y el delirio de poder estar con ella |
En un cuarto tan pequeño, donde una mujer descansa |
Y a la suave luz que regala la luna |
Dan deseos de tenerla, de cuidarla, de quererla |
Porque se que como ella no hay ninguna |
Con los dedos de sus manos se abre surcos en el pelo |
Como una criatura inofensiva |
Y le observo cuando duerme su belleza transparente |
Que la llego a comparar con una niña |
El ventilador de frente, orgulloso la refresca |
Siento envidia como el aire la despeina |
Y sus labios casi rojos me van llenando de antojos |
Y el delirio de poder estar con ella |
(translation) |
In a small blue room a woman stands |
And peeking through the window |
Without saying a word leaning back on the pillow |
Waiting for so much love that she needs |
By the sparkle in her eyes, through her gaze |
She shows the need for a kiss |
And in the light of dawn she provokes me with her back |
Rushing half of my wishes |
With the fingers of her hands she opens furrows in her hair |
Like a harmless creature |
And I watch him when he sleeps his transparent beauty |
That I came to compare her with a girl |
The front fan cools it proudly |
I feel envy as her air messes her hair |
And her almost red lips of hers are filling me with cravings |
And the delirium of being able to be with her |
In such a small room, where a woman rests |
And in the soft light that the moon gives |
They make you want to have her, to take care of her, to love her |
Because I know that there is no one like her |
With the fingers of her hands she opens furrows in her hair |
Like a harmless creature |
And I watch him when he sleeps his transparent beauty |
That I came to compare her with a girl |
The front fan cools it proudly |
I feel envy as the air messes her hair |
And her almost red lips of hers are filling me with cravings |
And the delirium of being able to be with her |