More songs by Rawayana
Description
Producer: Manuel Lara
Producer: Gustavo Aguado
Producer: Andrés Story
Producer: Nandé
Producer: Juan Carlos Salas
Mixing Engineer: Manny Marroquin
Mastering Engineer: Alex DeTurk
Lyricist, Composer: Manuel Lara
Lyricist, Composer: Ronald Andrés Ferrer Godoy
Lyricist, Composer: Alberto Montenegro
Lyricist, Composer: Gustavo Aguado
Lyricist, Composer: Andrés Story
Lyrics and translation
Original
Me miraste de lejos y no respondo. Y este juego, mami, se juega con dos.
No disimulo que ya quede mal de la cabeza, de la cabeza.
Tu cinturita a mí me tiene tonto. Se ve dulcita como los Toronto.
Y a mí que me provoca postre, voy de cabeza, voy de cabeza.
Ven de una vez, que lo que me grita tú yo no sé qué.
Por lo que está entre tu cabeza y pie, pie.
Está como es, fuera del cardumen y ya te pesqué, pero di la vuelta y ya tú diste diez, eh.
Yo quiero saber a qué puede saber, qué tal si te beso a ver, para que me des a ver.
Ay, qué labia más fea, pero capta la idea.
Yo no tomo nada, pero tú haces que me la crea. Te pones roja cuando te digo mi amor.
El chocolate te derrite con calor.
Fuego lento se cocinó y de un momento a otro un te amo se te escapó.
Me miraste de lejos y no respondo. Y este juego, mami, se juega con dos.
No disimulo que ya quede mal de la cabeza, de la cabeza.
Tu cinturita ya me tiene tonto. Se ve dulcita como los Toronto.
Y a mí que me provoca postre, voy de cabeza, voy de cabeza.
Ven de una vez, que lo que me grita tú yo no sé qué.
Por lo que está entre tu cabeza y pie, pie.
Está como es, fuera del cardumen y ya te pesqué, pero di la vuelta y ya tú diste diez, eh.
Me gusta el chocolate y el caramelo, cachito de jamón o de queso primero. Si son las entradas, que sean tus besos.
Si me lo compon, llámame pastelero.
Me gusta el chocolate y el caramelo, cachito de jamón o de queso primero. Si son las entradas, que sean tus besos.
Si me lo compon, llámame pastelero. Llámame pastelero. Siete estrellas, papá.
Lo que está entre tu cabeza y pie, la tercera es la vencida, no hay dos sin tres.
Y ese trajecito a ti te queda bien. Chocolate y caramelo, cachito de jamón o de queso primero.
Si son las entradas y de que te da de juré, pero luego di la vuelta y vi que ya tú diste diez.
Bueno, Venezuela, feliz Navidad. Los queremos mucho. Landén, Guaco, La Guayana.
¡Au! Te quiero, bandera.
English translation
You looked at me from afar and I didn't respond. And this game, mommy, is played with two.
I don't hide the fact that it's already bad in the head, in the head.
Your little waist makes me stupid. She looks sweet like the Toronto ones.
And when dessert provokes me, I go headlong, I go headlong.
Come at once, I don't know what you're shouting at me.
So it's between your head and foot, foot.
It is as it is, outside the shoal and I already caught you, but I turned around and you already gave ten, eh.
I want to know what it can taste like, how about I kiss you and see, so you can let me see.
Oh, what ugly language, but you get the idea.
I don't drink anything, but you make me believe it. You turn red when I tell you my love.
Chocolate melts you with heat.
Slow fire cooked and from one moment to the next an I love you escaped you.
You looked at me from afar and I didn't respond. And this game, mommy, is played with two.
I don't hide the fact that it's already bad in the head, in the head.
Your little waist already makes me stupid. She looks sweet like the Toronto ones.
And when dessert provokes me, I go headlong, I go headlong.
Come at once, I don't know what you're shouting at me.
So it's between your head and foot, foot.
It is as it is, outside the shoal and I already caught you, but I turned around and you already gave ten, eh.
I like chocolate and caramel, a little piece of ham or cheese first. If it's the tickets, let it be your kisses.
If you make it up to me, call me a pastry chef.
I like chocolate and caramel, a little piece of ham or cheese first. If it's the tickets, let it be your kisses.
If you make it up to me, call me a pastry chef. Call me a pastry chef. Seven stars, dad.
What is between your head and foot, the third time is the charm, there are no two without three.
And that little suit looks good on you. Chocolate and caramel, a piece of ham or cheese first.
Yes, they are the tickets and what do you swear by, but then I turned around and saw that you already gave ten.
Well, Venezuela, merry Christmas. We love you very much. Landén, Guaco, La Guayana.
Ouch! I love you, flag.