Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Bailarina Vecina, artist - Ricardo Arjona. Date of issue: 04.02.2016
Song language: Spanish
La Bailarina Vecina(original) |
| Mi techo es su suelo, la veo cuando escucho |
| La encuentro y me muero |
| Su piso es mi cielo, me vence aunque lucho |
| Su olor de aguacero |
| No sabe que existo, no advierte que espero |
| Un buen empujón del destino |
| Mientras tanto soy sólo el vecino |
| Ella vive arriba en el sexto piso, yo escucho sus pasos |
| Yo panza arriba, tirado en el piso viendo el cielo raso |
| Parece un bongó sus pies en la duela |
| Con esa rutina del cisne |
| Así es como empiezan los chismes |
| Casi la puedo puedo ver |
| Persigo el camino del baño a la sala |
| Escucho caer su blusa de lino ya está en la cama |
| Yo en el cobertizo soñando con ella |
| Con la bailarina vecina |
| Se olvidó de cerrar la cortina |
| La bailarina vecina |
| Se pone el tutú en el espejo |
| Yo estiro el pescuezo pa' verla en vitrina |
| La bailarina vecina |
| Recorre mi techo en puntillas |
| Y le hace cosquillas de esquina en esquina |
| ¿Sabrá algo de mí la inquilina? |
| Ojos de luna, pelo de yegua, su piel es de seda |
| La espero a la una, paciencia sin tregua, flotando en la acera |
| Y surfeo la ola que deja su espalda |
| Rumbo del Teatro Victoria |
| El resto lo sé de memoria |
| La bailarina vecina |
| Se pone el tutú en el espejo |
| Yo estiro el pescuezo pa' verla en vitrina |
| La bailarina vecina |
| Recorre mi techo en puntillas |
| Y le hace cosquillas de esquina en esquina |
| ¿Sabrá algo de mí la inquilina? |
| Mañana será, con todo el rigor la misma odisea |
| ¿Que plan detendrá el tímido amor? |
| Que sea lo que sea |
| (translation) |
| My ceiling is her floor, I see her when I listen |
| I find her and I die |
| Her apartment is my heaven, she beats me even though I fight |
| Your smell of downpour |
| She doesn't know that I exist, she doesn't notice that I wait |
| A good push from fate |
| Meanwhile I'm just the neighbor |
| She lives upstairs on the sixth floor, I hear her footsteps |
| I belly up, lying on the floor looking at the ceiling |
| Her feet look like a bongo drum on the floor |
| With that swan routine |
| This is how gossip starts |
| I can almost see it |
| I chase the way from the bathroom to the living room |
| I hear her linen blouse fall off of her and she's already in bed |
| Me in the shed dreaming of her |
| With the neighbor dancer |
| She forgot to close the curtain |
| the neighbor dancer |
| She puts on the tutu in the mirror |
| I stretch my neck to see it in a showcase |
| the neighbor dancer |
| Walk my roof on tiptoe |
| And she tickles him from corner to corner |
| Will the tenant know anything about me? |
| Moon eyes, mare's hair, her skin is silk |
| I wait for her at one, relentless patience, floating on the sidewalk |
| And I surf the wave that leaves her back |
| Victoria Theater Heading |
| The rest I know by heart |
| the neighbor dancer |
| She puts on the tutu in the mirror |
| I stretch my neck to see it in a showcase |
| the neighbor dancer |
| Walk my roof on tiptoe |
| And she tickles him from corner to corner |
| Will the tenant know anything about me? |
| Tomorrow will be, with all the rigor, the same odyssey |
| What plan will stop the timid love? |
| whatever |