Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Caprichoso, artist - Vanesa Martín. Date of issue: 21.09.2009
Song language: Spanish
Caprichoso(original) |
| Caprichoso, despiadado, nos mordemos, |
| nos besamos, nos dañamos con las manos con las que |
| acariciamos. |
| Tu me miras, yo de espaldas te aconsejo |
| que no sigas, a veces me canso de ir descalza por tu |
| vida, de repente me tocas el pelo en mi espalda cuatro |
| dedos y me quedo quieta ahi. |
| Y me veo en la encrucijada de quedarme con las ganas o tumbarme y seguir… |
| Cuando no te tengo, te busco, me pierdo y me consumo. |
| Y cuando te encuentro, se desvian mis señales de humo… |
| Con el humo de un cigarro se me ponen rojos los ojos… |
| Hay quien dice que no me convienes que esto tan solo |
| entretiene, del portazo que ayer di, la foto rompí. |
| Tu me miras, yo de espaldas te aconsejo que no sigas, |
| a veces me canso de ir descalza por tu vida, |
| de repente me tocas el pelo en mi espalda cuatro dedos |
| y me quedo quieta ahi. |
| Y me veo en la encrucijada de |
| quedarme con las ganas o tumbarme y seguir… |
| Con el humo de un cigarro se me ponen rojos los ojos |
| Con el humo de un cigarro se me ponen rojos los ojos… |
| (Gracias a Vanessa por esta letra) |
| (translation) |
| Capricious, ruthless, we bite each other, |
| we kiss, we hurt ourselves with the hands with which |
| we caress |
| You look at me, I advise you from behind |
| that you do not continue, sometimes I get tired of going barefoot for your |
| life, suddenly you touch my hair on my back four |
| fingers and I stand there. |
| And I see myself at the crossroads of staying with the desire or lying down and continuing... |
| When I don't have you, I look for you, I lose myself and I consume myself. |
| And when I find you, my smoke signals are diverted... |
| With the smoke of a cigarette my eyes turn red... |
| There are those who say that you do not suit me that this is just |
| entertains, from the slam of the door that I gave yesterday, I broke the photo. |
| You look at me, with my back turned I advise you not to continue, |
| sometimes I get tired of going barefoot through your life, |
| suddenly you touch my hair on my back four fingers |
| and I stand still there. |
| And I see myself at the crossroads of |
| stay with the desire or lie down and continue… |
| With the smoke of a cigarette my eyes turn red |
| With the smoke of a cigarette my eyes turn red... |
| (Thanks to Vanessa for these lyrics) |