More songs by Carlos Vives
Description
Composer, Associated Performer, Lead Vocalist, Performance Arranger, Lyricist: Carlos Vives
Drums: Pablo Bernal
Bass: Luis Angel "El papa" Pastor
Caja Vallenata: Alfredo "El negrito" Rosado
Guacharaca: Éder Polo
Lyricist, Acoustic Guitar, Composer, Producer, Vocal Producer, Performance Arranger: Andrés Leal
Congas, Drums: Darwin Escorcia
Snare Drum: Kike Cuao
Maracas, Flute: Mayte Montero
Electric Guitar: Daniel Cadena
Electric Guitar: José Castillo
Keyboards: Carlos Ivan Medina
Organ, Keyboards: Miguel Rico
Accordion: Christian Camilo Peña
Background Vocal: Rashid Zawady
Background Vocal: Paola Lacera
Background Vocal: Melissa Mejía Flomin
Producer, Composer, Lyricist: Andrés Torres
Producer, Composer, Lyricist: Mauricio Rengifo
Executive Producer: Claudia Elena Vásquez
Recording Engineer, Vocal Producer: Juan Sebastián Parra
Assistant Engineer: Maria De Los Angeles Romero
Assistant Engineer: Pablo Marín
Recording Engineer: Kiko Castro
Recording Engineer: Diego Amorocho
Recording Engineer: David Dueñas
Mixing Engineer: Javier Garza
Mastering Engineer: Randy Merrill
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ya no se escribe de amores, ya no se escuchan canciones
De esas para enamorar
Y aunque no sea como un Lama, son esas cosas del alma
Que te quiero regalar
Porque a las mujeres como tú
Solo las podemos adorar, y yo
Soy un tipo simple e imperfecto
Que ha vivido más del cuento y cada día te quiere más
Te dedico cada palabra y cada verso
La cumbia que llevo en los huesos
Y que bailamos en las Fiestas del Caimán
Te dedico de mi guitarra cada arpegio
Aquella carta en el colegio
Que prometimos para siempre conservar
Te dedico
Lai-rai-rai-re, lai-rai-rai-ra
Lai-rai-rai-ra, lai-lei-la-ra
Ya no se mira a los ojos, no se enamora con flores
Ya no se saca a bailar (¿bailamos?)
Como el sol sobre tu cara, son esas cosas bacana'
Que te voy a dedicar
Porque a las mujeres como tú
Solo las podemos adorar, y yo
Soy un tipo simple e imperfecto
Que ha vivido más del cuento y cada día te quiere más
Te dedico cada palabra y cada verso
La cumbia que llevo en los huesos
Y que bailamos en las Fiestas del Caimán
Te dedico de mi guitarra cada arpegio
Aquella carta en el colegio
Que prometimos para siempre conservar
Te dedico
Me gusta mirarte cuando estás durmiendo
Me gustan las curvas que tiene tu cuerpo
Tus libros, tus gafas y tus sentimientos
Pasaron edades, pasaron inviernos
Pasaron cometas, tiranos y reinos
En cambio, contigo nunca pasa el tiempo
Te dedico todas las aves y las olas
El sol cuando apenas se asoma
Y con sus rayos nos comienza a saludar
Te dedico de mi guitarra cada arpegio
Aquella carta en el colegio
Que prometimos para siempre conservar
Te dedico
Lai-rai-rai-re, lai-rai-rai-ra
Lai-rai-rai-ra, lai-lei-la-ra, lai-lei-la-ra
Te dedico "La Reina", "Si No Te Hubieras Ido"
"Olvídate de todo" y los "Cuatro Caminos"
Te dedico "Bonita", "Arroyito", "A Dios Le Pido"
Te dedico "Hasta Viejitos" y "La Tierra del Olvido"
"Cuando Pasan los Años", "La Provincia" con Egidio
"Un Beso y una Flor" y este "Corazón Partido"
Te dedico "Mil Horas" del rock argentino
"El Amor de Mi Tierra" y el último disco
English translation
People no longer write about love, they no longer listen to songs
One of those to fall in love with
And even if it's not like a Lama, it's those things of the soul
What do I want to give you?
Because women like you
We can only worship them, and I
I'm a simple and imperfect guy
Who has lived more than the story and loves you more every day
I dedicate every word and every verse to you
The cumbia that I carry in my bones
And that we dance at the Caimán Festival
I dedicate every arpeggio of my guitar to you
That letter at school
That we promised to keep forever
I dedicate you
Lai-rai-rai-re, lai-rai-rai-ra
Lai-rai-rai-ra, lai-lei-la-ra
He no longer looks into each other's eyes, he no longer falls in love with flowers.
They don't dance anymore (do we dance?)
Like the sun on your face, those things are cool
What am I going to dedicate to you?
Because women like you
We can only worship them, and I
I'm a simple and imperfect guy
Who has lived more than the story and loves you more every day
I dedicate every word and every verse to you
The cumbia that I carry in my bones
And that we dance at the Caimán Festival
I dedicate every arpeggio of my guitar to you
That letter at school
That we promised to keep forever
I dedicate you
I like to look at you when you are sleeping
I like the curves that your body has
Your books, your glasses and your feelings
Ages passed, winters passed
Comets, tyrants and kingdoms passed
On the other hand, time never passes with you
I dedicate all the birds and waves to you
The sun when it barely appears
And with its rays it begins to greet us
I dedicate every arpeggio of my guitar to you
That letter at school
That we promised to keep forever
I dedicate you
Lai-rai-rai-re, lai-rai-rai-ra
Lai-rai-rai-ra, lai-lei-la-ra, lai-lei-la-ra
I dedicate to you "The Queen", "If You Hadn't Gone"
"Forget everything" and the "Four Paths"
I dedicate to you "Bonita", "Arroyito", "A Dios Le Pido"
I dedicate to you "Hasta Viejitos" and "La Tierra del Olvido"
"When the Years Go By", "The Province" with Egidio
"A Kiss and a Flower" and this "Broken Heart"
I dedicate to you "Mil Horas" of Argentine rock
"El Amor de Mi Tierra" and the latest album