Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Amante Ideal , by - Saiko. Song from the album Informe Saiko, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2011
Record label: EMI Odeón Grabaciones Musicales Chile
Song language: Spanish
Amante Ideal(original) |
| Cuerpo sobre la cama desde mi ventana |
| Veo escucho susurros palomas al caer |
| Desde mi habitacion repaso mil veces placer |
| Siendo mirada es mirada ya no puedo hablar |
| Con que asombro me despierto |
| En esta habitacion |
| Dulce espera el calor de mis manos en tu cruz |
| Cuerpo sobre la cama desde mi ventana |
| Veo escucho susurros palomas al caer |
| Desde mi habitacion repaso mil veces placer |
| Siendo mirada es mirada ya no puedo hablar |
| Con que asombro me despierto |
| En esta habitacion |
| Dulce espera el calor de mis manos en tu cruz |
| He viajado hasta el norte hasta el sur |
| No he podido evitar regresar |
| De regreso en las noches |
| Maneado de angustias |
| La he dejado ir |
| Me ha llevado desde aqui para alla |
| Y hoy le abro su cara su cuerpo sus ojos su alma |
| No quiero dejarla dormir |
| Con que asombro me despierto |
| En esta habitacion |
| Dulce espera el calor de mis manos en tu cruz |
| Con que asombro me despierto |
| En esta habitacion |
| El calor de mis manos viaja a ti como la luz |
| He viajado |
| He viajado |
| No he podido evitar regresar |
| (translation) |
| Body on the bed from my window |
| I see I hear whispers pigeons falling |
| From my room I review a thousand times pleasure |
| Being a look is a look, I can no longer speak |
| With what amazement I wake up |
| In this room |
| Dulce waits for the warmth of my hands on your cross |
| Body on the bed from my window |
| I see I hear whispers pigeons falling |
| From my room I review a thousand times pleasure |
| Being a look is a look, I can no longer speak |
| With what amazement I wake up |
| In this room |
| Dulce waits for the warmth of my hands on your cross |
| I've traveled as far north as south |
| I couldn't help but return |
| Back at night |
| Handled by anguish |
| I have let her go |
| She has taken me from here to there |
| And today I open her face, her body, her eyes, her soul |
| I don't want to let her sleep |
| With what amazement I wake up |
| In this room |
| Dulce waits for the warmth of my hands on your cross |
| With what amazement I wake up |
| In this room |
| The warmth of my hands travels to you like light |
| I have traveled |
| I have traveled |
| I couldn't help but return |