Amaury Perez — Encuentros song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Encuentros" by Amaury Perez.
Lyrics
Al primer encuentro me entregó los ojos
me sobrecogió rezumando ternura y cerrojo
y bebí sus cejas, calé sus pupilas,
como quien espera, como quien aspira.
Al primer encuentro, ya, me entregó las manos
y me desarmó combinando tibieza y amparo
me dejó sus huellas, presumió su tacto
como quien alerta, como quien atrajo.
Tal vez no me quería
presumió celosa mi melancolía,
me utilizaba para reponer sus ansias perdidas,
me engatusaba, me perseguía,
me despertaba un poco de amor y partía.
Al segundo encuentro me entregó los labios
y me conquistó destilando pasión y entusiasmo,
cabalgué su boca, remonté sus dientes,
como quien aborda, como quien pretende.
Al segundo encuentro, me entregó su cuerpo
y se desató convertida en lujuria y deseo
la instalé en mis poros, devoré su acento
como a quien acojo, como a quien acerco.
Pero no me quería,
advirtió angustiada mi melancolía,
me utilizaba para reponer sus ansias perdidas,
me ilusionaba, me convencía,
me demostraba un poco de amor y partía.
Al tercer encuentro le entregué mis sueños
y se descubrió demostrándose
ajena y sin dueño,
le noté pereza, desazón, desgana
como quien temiera, como quien dudara.
Al tercer encuentro, ya, le entregué mi vida
y desapareció como un ave cansada o herida,
me dolió tan falsa, me dolió tan fría,
como quien tramaba, como quien mentía.
Es que no me quería,
constató turbada mi melancolía
me utilizaba para reponer sus ansias perdidas
me lastimaba, me deshacía,
me regalaba un poco de amor… y partía.
Lyrics translation
At the first meeting he gave me his eyes
it overwhelmed me oozing tenderness and lock
and I drank his eyebrows, I calmed his pupils,
as one who waits, as one who aspires.
At the first meeting, already, he handed me his hands
and he disarmed me combining warmth and shelter
he left his prints on me, boasted his touch
as one who alerts, as one who attracts.
Maybe he didn't want me.
he bragged jealous of my melancholy,
he used me to make up for his lost cravings,
he seduced me, he chased me,
I'd wake up a little love and leave.
At the second meeting he handed me his lips
and it won me over by distilling passion and enthusiasm,
I rode his mouth, I rode his teeth,
as the one who tackles, as the one who pretends.
At the second meeting, he gave me his body
and unleashed turned into lust and desire
I installed it in my pores, devoured his accent
as I welcome, as I approach.
But he didn't want me.,
he warned my melancholy distressed,
he used me to make up for his lost cravings,
I was delusional, convinced,
she'd show me a little love and leave.
At the third meeting I gave him my dreams
and it was discovered proving itself
someone else and no owner,
I noticed him laziness, uneasiness, unwillingness
as one who feared, as one who doubted.
At the third meeting, I gave him my life.
and disappeared like a tired or wounded bird,
it hurt so fake, it hurt so cold,
like who plotted, like who lied.
He just didn't want me.,
he found my melancholy troubled
he used me to make up for his lost cravings
it hurt me, it tore me apart.,
he'd give me a little love ... and leave.