Lyrics of Pura Sangre - Saratoga

Pura Sangre (original)

Manto de nervios, suave placer.
Guerra de fuerza, titan del poder.
Raza y valor, furia y pasion.
Enseñame tu energia.
Sangre caliente que invita a correr.
Volverme loco seria caer.
El aire paro, el sol se apago.
Solo estamos tu y yo.
Haz del momento un lugar ideal.
El alba vigila mi cuerpo.
Impulsos fluyen dentro de la piel.
Solo un deseo: Que no pares nunca, que no se rompa el conjuro.
Pura sangre, sobre tus crines la rosa del viento.
Alama joven, tenaz e invencible, tu arma: mi miedo.
Fuiste el capricho de un Dios.
Aprendo salvaje tu forma de ser.
Aprieto mis piernas, me siento vencer.
Alejame a otro lugar.
Haz que esta brisa no cese.
Tu brio es nomble, me quiero perder.
Sobre tu cuerpo y el mio a la vez galoparas, me atraparas.
Tienes las riendas del mundo.
Haz del momento un lugar ideal.
El alba vigila mi cuerpo.
Impulsos fluyen dentro de la piel.
Solo un deseo: Que no pares nunca, que no se rompa el conjuro.
Pura sangre, sobre tus crines la rosa del viento.
Alama joven, tenaz e invencible, tu arma: mi miedo.
Fuiste el capricho de un Dios.
Sigues mis pasos montrando ser fiel.
Oigo tus sueños: susurran correr.
Pdrias ganar mi corazon si el alma no fuera tan justa.
Jamas bajo su mirada ante mi.
En las montañas o la gran ciudad.
Instinto animal, eres el Zar aunque al peligro me lleves.
Haz del momento un lugar ideal.
El alba vigila mi cuerpo.
Impulsos fluyen dentro de la piel.
Solo un deseo: Que no pares nunca, que no se rompa el conjuro.
Pura sangre, sobre tus crines la rosa del viento.
Alama joven, tenaz e invencible, tu arma: mi miedo.
Fuiste el capricho de un Dios

(translation)

Mantle of nerves, soft pleasure.
War of strength, titan of power.
Race and courage, fury and passion.
Show me your energy.
Hot blood that invites you to run.
Going crazy would be falling.
The air stopped, the sun went out.
It's just you and me.
Make the moment an ideal place.
The dawn watches over my body.
Impulses flow within the skin.
Just one wish: May you never stop, may the spell not be broken.
Pure blood, on your mane the rose of the wind.
Young soul, tenacious and invincible, your weapon: my fear.
You were the whim of a God.
I learn wild your way of being.
I squeeze my legs, I feel beat.
Take me away to another place.
Make this breeze not stop.
Your brio is nomble, I want to lose myself.
On your body and mine at the same time you will gallop, you will catch me.
You have the reins of the world.
Make the moment an ideal place.
The dawn watches over my body.
Impulses flow within the skin.
Just one wish: May you never stop, may the spell not be broken.
Pure blood, on your mane the rose of the wind.
Young soul, tenacious and invincible, your weapon: my fear.
You were the whim of a God.
You follow my footsteps trying to be faithful.
I hear your dreams: they whisper run.
You could win my heart if the soul wasn't so fair.
Never lowered his gaze to me.
In the mountains or the big city.
Animal instinct, you are the Tsar even if you lead me to danger.
Make the moment an ideal place.
The dawn watches over my body.
Impulses flow within the skin.
Just one wish: May you never stop, may the spell not be broken.
Pure blood, on your mane the rose of the wind.
Young soul, tenacious and invincible, your weapon: my fear.
You were the whim of a God