More songs by Chambao
Description
Producer, Recording Engineer, Arranger: Pedro Pimentel
Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Arranger: Bob Benozzo
Recording Engineer: Andrea Valfré
Lyrics and translation
Original
Fresca.
No me toques las palmas.
No me toques las palmas.
Tenía ganas de escribirte, afilando bien la pluma.
Chamba o viene a cantarte pa que te sientas segura. Antes que la fama o el dinero, dame la verdad.
Si el amor que sientes es sincero, no midas lo que das, que la vida es muy corta pa callarte lo que piensas.
Y las piedras del camino, piba, te dan experiencia, porque tú y yo sabemos que no somos la mujer perfecta.
Nosotras somos frescas.
Fresca, la brisa en la mañana.
Fresca, la pera y la manzana. Fresca, la hierbabuena y la menta.
Fresca, la sal y la pimienta. Fresca, la risa de tu hermana. Fresca, la lluvia en la ventana.
Fresca, la guapura de tu cara. Fresca.
No me toques las palmas, que me conozco, que si me enciendo, hiervo muy pronto.
Vivo cantando, muero callando.
Y ahora te canto. Fresca. Fresca.
Todos sabemos que aquí estamos de paso.
Aprendamos de los tropiezos que nuestros zapatos dan al andar, porque tú y yo sabemos que no somos la mujer perfecta.
Nosotras somos frescas.
Fresca, la brisa en la mañana.
Fresca, la pera y la manzana.
Fresca, la hierbabuena y la menta. Fresca, la sal y la pimienta.
Fresca, la risa de tu hermana. Fresca, la lluvia en la ventana. Fresca, la guapura de tu cara.
Fresca. Fresca, fresca.
No me toques las palmas, que me conozco, que si me enciendo, hiervo muy pronto, pronto. Vivo cantando, muero callando.
Y ahora te canto. Que todo el mundo al tanto.
No me toques las palmas, que me conozco.
Te voy a despeinar. No me toques las palmas, que me conozco.
Te voy a despeinar. No me toques las palmas.
Fresca.
Fresca.
English translation
Fresh.
Don't touch my palms.
Don't touch my palms.
I wanted to write to you, sharpening my pen well.
Chamba or come sing to you so you feel safe. Before fame or money, give me the truth.
If the love you feel is sincere, do not measure what you give, because life is too short to keep quiet about what you think.
And the stones on the road, girl, give you experience, because you and I know that we are not the perfect woman.
We are fresh.
Fresh, the breeze in the morning.
Fresh, pear and apple. Fresh, peppermint and mint.
Fresh, salt and pepper. Fresh, your sister's laugh. Fresh, rain on the window.
Fresh, the beauty of your face. Fresh.
Don't touch my palms, I know myself, because if I get fired up, I'll boil very quickly.
I live singing, I die silent.
And now I sing to you. Fresh. Fresh.
We all know that we are here passing through.
Let's learn from the stumbles that our shoes make when walking, because you and I know that we are not the perfect woman.
We are fresh.
Fresh, the breeze in the morning.
Fresh, pear and apple.
Fresh, peppermint and mint. Fresh, salt and pepper.
Fresh, your sister's laugh. Fresh, rain on the window. Fresh, the beauty of your face.
Fresh. Fresh, fresh.
Don't touch my palms, I know myself, if I turn on, I'll boil very soon, soon. I live singing, I die silent.
And now I sing to you. Let everyone know.
Don't touch my palms, I know myself.
I'm going to mess up your hair. Don't touch my palms, I know myself.
I'm going to mess up your hair. Don't touch my palms.
Fresh.
Fresh.