More songs by Vic Mirallas
Description
Author: Astrid Canales
Sound engineer: Astrid Canales
Composer: Astrid Canales
Lyrics and translation
Original
Sol pasando por tu ventana, que por mi quiera no le marico.
El agua que cae cuando te bañas, luchando que no se quiere ir. Así de rico estás, papi.
Yo te quiero incluso para esta semana. Así de claro está que eres para mí.
Domingos para rezarte a ti.
Uh, delicia, aceite y sal.
Tesoro del sol y el mar.
Tu salsa no es pa' tirar.
Un festival de acariciar.
Uh.
Si estás, no hay sombra que haya.
Siento que algo me amarra.
En tu pecho está mi cama.
Y en mi cama ahora solo estoy yo.
La niebla que mi vida domina, no sabe de crisis si no estás.
Lo veo todo claro si sonríes, no venta na' cuando tú te vas.
Contigo todo sale gratis, aunque el cupón sea de fines de semana. Así de claro está que eres para mí.
Domingos para rezarte a ti, yeah.
Uh.
Delicia, aceite y sal.
-Tesoro del sol y el mar. -Tesoro del sol y el mar.
Tu salsa no es pa' tirar.
Uh, un festival de acariciar.
Uh.
Si estás, no hay sombra que haya.
Siento que algo me amarra.
En tu pecho está mi cama.
Y en mi cama ahora solo estoy yo.
-Si estás, no hay sombra que haya. -Si estás, no hay sombra que haya.
-Siento que algo me amarra. -Siento que algo me amarra.
-En tu pecho está mi cama. -En tu pecho está mi cama.
Y en mi cama ahora solo estoy yo.
-Solo estoy yo. Solo estoy yo. -Uh.
English translation
Sun passing through your window, for my sake I don't mind.
The water that falls when you bathe, fighting that it doesn't want to go away. You are that rich, daddy.
I love you even for this week. That's how clear it is that you are for me.
Sundays to pray to you.
Uh, deliciousness, oil and salt.
Treasure of the sun and the sea.
Your sauce is not to be thrown away.
A festival of caressing.
Uhh.
If you are, there is no shadow.
I feel like something is binding me.
In your chest is my bed.
And in my bed now there is only me.
The fog that dominates my life does not know about crisis if you are not there.
I see everything clearly if you smile, I don't sell anything when you leave.
With you everything is free, even if the coupon is for weekends. That's how clear it is that you are for me.
Sundays to pray to you, yeah.
Uhh.
Deliciousness, oil and salt.
-Treasure of the sun and the sea. -Treasure of the sun and the sea.
Your sauce is not to be thrown away.
Uh, a petting fest.
Uhh.
If you are, there is no shadow.
I feel like something is binding me.
In your chest is my bed.
And in my bed now there is only me.
-If you are, there is no shadow. -If you are, there is no shadow.
-I feel like something is binding me. -I feel like something is binding me.
-In your chest is my bed. -In your chest is my bed.
And in my bed now there is only me.
-There's only me. There's only me. -Uh.