Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Más, artist - Ricky Martin. Date of issue: 14.11.2011
Song language: Spanish
Más(original) |
| Muévelo |
| Súbelo |
| Muévelo |
| Súbelo |
| Tico era un boricua de Manhattan |
| Cantaba en el subway |
| Con su beatbox y su electric guitar |
| Por las noches era DJ |
| Se paraban de las sillas |
| Y ponía el mundo a girar |
| Que bellos tiempos |
| Cuando se bailaba hasta morir |
| Saltando al cielo |
| Con esa locura de vivir |
| Hay que pedirle |
| Más, más, más, a la vida |
| Que sea hasta que se apague el sol y la luna |
| Y que no importe |
| Más, más, más, lo que digan |
| Como si fuera la, la última noche de tus días |
| Muévelo |
| Muévelo, llévalo pa' arriba |
| Súbelo |
| Súbelo con adrenalina |
| Gózalo |
| Goza lo que tu cuerpo pida |
| Muévelo |
| Martica era una chica de Miami |
| Que siempre soñaba |
| Ser modelo y conquistar Nueva York |
| Maquillada todo el día |
| Los tacones le dolían |
| Y la coronamos reina del show |
| Que bellos tiempos |
| Cuando se bailaba hasta morir |
| Saltando al cielo |
| Con esa locura de vivir |
| Hay que pedirle |
| Más, más, más, a la vida |
| Que sea hasta que se apague el sol y la luna |
| Y que no importe |
| Más, más, más, lo que digan |
| Como si fuera la, la última noche de tus días |
| Muévelo |
| Muévelo, llévalo pa' arriba |
| Súbelo |
| Súbelo con adrenalina |
| Gózalo |
| Goza lo que tu cuerpo pida |
| Muévelo |
| Muévelo |
| Súbelo |
| Muévelo |
| Súbelo |
| Uh-uh-uh |
| Yeah! |
| Hay que pedirle |
| Más, más, más, a la vida |
| Que sea hasta que se apague el sol y la luna |
| Y que no importe |
| Más, más, más, lo que digan |
| Como si fuera la, la última noche de tus días |
| Muévelo |
| Muévelo, llévalo pa' arriba |
| Súbelo |
| Súbelo con adrenalina |
| Gózalo |
| Goza lo que tu cuerpo pida |
| Muévelo |
| Nunca te detengas |
| Haz lo que tú sientas |
| Sigue tu destino |
| Fuera del camino |
| (translation) |
| Move it |
| turn it up |
| Move it |
| turn it up |
| Tico was a Puerto Rican from Manhattan |
| I used to sing on the subway |
| With his beatbox and his electric guitar |
| At night he was a DJ |
| They got up from the chairs |
| And he made the world go round |
| what beautiful times |
| When he danced himself to death |
| jumping to the sky |
| With that madness of living |
| you have to ask him |
| More, more, more, to life |
| Let it be until the sun and the moon go out |
| and it doesn't matter |
| More, more, more, whatever they say |
| As if it were the, the last night of your days |
| Move it |
| Move it, take it up |
| turn it up |
| Pump it up with adrenaline |
| enjoy it |
| Enjoy what your body asks for |
| Move it |
| Martica was a girl from Miami |
| that she always dreamed |
| Be a model and conquer New York |
| makeup all day |
| heels hurt |
| And we crown her queen of the show |
| what beautiful times |
| When you danced to death |
| jumping to the sky |
| With that madness of living |
| you have to ask him |
| More, more, more, to life |
| Let it be until the sun and the moon go out |
| and it doesn't matter |
| More, more, more, whatever they say |
| As if it were the, the last night of your days |
| Move it |
| Move it, take it up |
| turn it up |
| Pump it up with adrenaline |
| enjoy it |
| Enjoy what your body asks for |
| Move it |
| Move it |
| turn it up |
| Move it |
| turn it up |
| Uh uh uh |
| yeah! |
| you have to ask him |
| More, more, more, to life |
| Let it be until the sun and the moon go out |
| and it doesn't matter |
| More, more, more, whatever they say |
| As if it were the, the last night of your days |
| Move it |
| Move it, take it up |
| turn it up |
| Pump it up with adrenaline |
| enjoy it |
| Enjoy what your body asks for |
| Move it |
| Never stop |
| do what you feel |
| Follow your destiny |
| Out of the way |