Alexander Acha — Mujeres song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mujeres" by Alexander Acha.
Lyrics
Lento nos va quemando su fuego
Lento nos van tornando en sus siervos
Lento nos van haciendo que deseemos un dia amanecer
Desnudos a su cuerpo abrazados
Con besos pintados
Y sin despertarlas
Andar al trabajo
Mujeres con una sola mirada te incendian
Con una simple sonrisa lo arreglan
Seguramente tambien han de volar
Y no lo dicen
Mujeres que hasta la luna se encela
Y en nuestra noche se queja que le han robado el sol
Pronto nos can llenando de sueos
Pronto nos ocasionan un beso
Pronto hacen qe nos desvelemoos para confesar
Secretamente en una carta de axiomas nuestros sentimientos
Nuestra admiracion nuestro enamoramiento
Mujeres con una sola mirada te incendian
Con una simple sonrisa lo arreglan
Seguramente tambien han de volar
Y no lo dicen
Mujeres que hasta la luna se encela
Y en nuestra noche se queja que le han robado el sol
Y hacen las cosas a su modo a su manera
Y esa ternura con que siempre nos explican todo una y otra vez y una y otra y
una y otra vez
Mujeres con una sola mirada te incendian
Con una simple sonrisa lo arreglan
Seguramente tambien han de volar
Y no lo dicen
Mujeres que hasta la luna se encela
Y en nuestra noche se queja que le han robado el sol
Aleale
Lyrics translation
Slow is burning us his fire
Slow they turn us into their servants
Slow they make us wish a day Dawn
Naked to her body hugged
With painted kisses
And without waking them up
Getting to work
Women with one look set you on fire
With a simple smile they fix it
Surely they must also fly
And they don't say
Women that till the moon falls
And on our night he complains that he has been robbed of the sun
Soon they can fill us with dreams
Soon they give us a kiss
Soon they make us reveal ourselves to confess
Secretly in a letter of axioms our feelings
Our admiration our love
Women with one look set you on fire
With a simple smile they fix it
Surely they must also fly
And they don't say
Women that till the moon falls
And on our night he complains that he has been robbed of the sun
And they do things their way their way
And that tenderness with which they always explain everything over and over and over and over and
over and over again
Women with one look set you on fire
With a simple smile they fix it
Surely they must also fly
And they don't say
Women that till the moon falls
And on our night he complains that he has been robbed of the sun
Aleale