Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love at a Distance, artist - Stephen Bishop. Album song Bowling In Paris, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 19.09.2006
Record label: Atlantic, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: Spanish
Love at a Distance(original) |
Te compré, ropa y bolsos de diseñador |
y unos lentes con brillantes incrustados |
Te puse pechos, te puse nalgas |
Y una cintura donde tú tenías llantas |
Te compré más zapatos que para un cien pies |
Y pestañas largas, negras y rizadas |
Nariz bonita, respingadita |
Y pa' blanquearte te aplicaron concha nacar |
Y ahora resulta… |
Que te sientes el más bello monumento |
Fuiste una mala inversión y me arrepiento |
Pues tus palabras de amor arrastró el viento |
Y ahora resulta |
Que no estoy en el nivel que tú pensabas |
Me dices eso y otras tantas pendejadas |
Ahora resulta muñequita, ahora resulta |
Maldita puta antes de mí, tú no eras nada |
Te compré ropa y bolso de diseñador |
Y unos lentes con brillantes incrustados |
Te puse pechos, te puse nalgas |
Y una cintura donde tú tenías llantas |
Te compré más zapatos que para un cien pies |
Y pestañas largas, negras y rizadas |
Nariz bonita, respingadita |
Y pa' blanquearte te aplicaron concha nacar |
Y ahora resulta… |
Que te sientes el más bello monumento |
Fuiste una mala inversión y me arrepiento |
Pues tus palabras de amor arrastró el viento |
Y ahora resulta que no estoy en el nivel que tú pensabas |
Me dices eso y otras tantas pendejadas |
Ahora resulta muñequita, ahora resulta |
Maldita puta antes de mí, tú no eras nada |
(translation) |
I bought you, designer clothes and bags |
and some glasses with diamonds embedded |
I gave you breasts, I gave you buttocks |
And a waist where you had tires |
I bought you more shoes than for a hundred feet |
And long, black, curly eyelashes |
Pretty nose, upturned |
And to whiten you they applied nacar shell |
And now it turns out… |
That you feel the most beautiful monument |
You were a bad investment and I regret it |
Well, your words of love dragged the wind |
and now it turns out |
That I'm not at the level that you thought |
You tell me that and many other bullshit |
Now it turns out little doll, now it turns out |
Damn whore before me, you were nothing |
I bought you designer clothes and a bag |
And some glasses with diamonds embedded |
I gave you breasts, I gave you buttocks |
And a waist where you had tires |
I bought you more shoes than for a hundred feet |
And long, black, curly eyelashes |
Pretty nose, upturned |
And to whiten you they applied nacar shell |
And now it turns out… |
That you feel the most beautiful monument |
You were a bad investment and I regret it |
Well, your words of love dragged the wind |
And now it turns out that I'm not at the level you thought |
You tell me that and many other bullshit |
Now it turns out little doll, now it turns out |
Damn whore before me, you were nothing |