Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Me Recuerda A Ella , by - Sergio Contreras. Release date: 31.12.2007
Song language: Spanish
Me Recuerda A Ella(original) |
| Tus ojos son dos luces al alba |
| Las que alumbran mi caminar |
| Tus besos son mi veneno |
| Que cada día bebo y es que por ti muero |
| Me han dicho que eras diferente |
| Que estás medio loco, loco de atar |
| Tus palabras no pueden ser mas sabias |
| Llevo tu sangre, no pares de amar |
| Tu vida una enciclopedia |
| Sobre un mundo que no vi |
| Una imagen flamenca, gitana |
| Que borra el amanecer gris |
| Tus manos son palomas al aire |
| Cuando un toque hay que escuchar |
| Esa guitarra cansada y herida |
| Que en la calle de la judería |
| Se pierden de madrugá |
| Te llena de esencia en tu silla de nea |
| La guitarra en tu pecho |
| Acariciarla quisiera |
| Siento que se parte el alma |
| Cuando llega el alba y estoy a tu vera |
| Te llena de esencia en tu silla de nea |
| La guitarra en tu pecho |
| Acariciarla quisiera |
| Siento que se parte el alma |
| Cuando llega el alba y estoy a tu vera |
| ¿Qué hago si to lo que vivo |
| Me recuerda a ella |
| Si to lo que hago me recuerda a ella? |
| ¿Qué hago si to lo que vivo |
| Me recuerda a ella |
| Si to lo que hago me recuerda? |
| ¿Qué hago si to lo que vivo |
| Me recuerda a ti |
| Si to lo que hago me recuerda a ti? |
| Si esas calles que de tu mano yo recorrí |
| Ahora gritan en tu ausencia |
| Te echo de menos princesa |
| No tengo mucho mas pa entregarte |
| Mi ilusión, mi ternura, mis momentos |
| No tengo mucho mas que decirte |
| Que te espero, que te quiero |
| ¿Cuántas veces preparé un discurso perfecto? |
| Tratando de mentir y evadir |
| Así mis sentimientos |
| Que hoy cuelgan el cartel de aforo completo |
| Porque de ti estoy lleno |
| Las calles de Córdoba se abren pa ti |
| Esta canción vuela directa a ti |
| Me sale de dentro al verlo a él sufrir |
| Amo a decirlo Felipe |
| A ver si empieza asi |
| Tus manos son palomas al aire |
| Cuando un toque hay que escuchar |
| Esa guitarra cansada y herida |
| Que en la calle de la judería |
| Se pierden de madrugá |
| ¿Qué hago si to lo que vivo |
| Me recuerda a ella |
| Si to lo que hago me recuerda a ella? |
| ¿Qué hago si to lo que vivo |
| Me recuerda a ella |
| Si to lo que hago me recuerda? |
| (translation) |
| Your eyes are two lights at dawn |
| The ones that light my walk |
| your kisses are my poison |
| That every day I drink and it's because of you I die |
| I have been told that you were different |
| That you're half crazy, crazy as hell |
| Your words could not be wiser |
| I carry your blood, don't stop loving |
| your life an encyclopedia |
| About a world I didn't see |
| A flamenco, gypsy image |
| That erases the gray dawn |
| Your hands are doves in the air |
| When a touch must be heard |
| That tired and wounded guitar |
| That in the street of the Jewish quarter |
| They get lost early |
| It fills you with essence in your nea chair |
| The guitar in your chest |
| I would like to caress her |
| I feel that my soul is breaking |
| When dawn comes and I'm by your side |
| It fills you with essence in your nea chair |
| The guitar in your chest |
| I would like to caress her |
| I feel that my soul is breaking |
| When dawn comes and I'm by your side |
| What do I do if what I live |
| Reminds me of her |
| If everything I do reminds me of her? |
| What do I do if what I live |
| Reminds me of her |
| If everything I do remember me? |
| What do I do if what I live |
| Reminds me of you |
| If everything I do reminds me of you? |
| If those streets that from your hand I walked |
| Now they scream in your absence |
| I Miss You princess |
| I don't have much more to give you |
| My illusion, my tenderness, my moments |
| I don't have much more to tell you |
| that I wait for you, that I love you |
| How many times have I prepared a perfect speech? |
| Trying to lie and evade |
| so my feelings |
| That today they hang the full capacity sign |
| Because of you I am full |
| The streets of Córdoba open for you |
| This song flies right to you |
| It comes out of me when I see him suffer |
| I love to say it Felipe |
| Let's see if he starts like this |
| Your hands are doves in the air |
| When a touch must be heard |
| That tired and wounded guitar |
| That in the street of the Jewish quarter |
| They get lost early |
| What do I do if what I live |
| Reminds me of her |
| If everything I do reminds me of her? |
| What do I do if what I live |
| Reminds me of her |
| If everything I do remember me? |