De La Calle — Calor Sudor song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Calor Sudor" by De La Calle.
Lyrics
Ella me arranco aparte y me confesó
Que conocerme a mi era su sueño
Que de su cuerpo yo sería el dueño
Y que toas las noches bien loca quiere hacerlo
Y yo que soy bien suelto me le pegue
Re loco re mamado me la arranque
Y el alcohol va en aumento, rosando los cuerpos
Calor que pinte mas alcohol
Que levanten bien las manos los borrachos como yo Calor calor que pinte mas alcohol
Que levanten bien las manos los borrachos como yo Calor calor que pinte mas alcohol
Que levanten bien las manos los borrachos como yo Calor calor que pinte mas alcohol
Que levanten bien las manos los borrachos como yo Y esto es cumbia callejera
Y se baila, con los parlantes en la vereda
De La Calle, De La Calle
Ella me dijo al oído
Me pregunto que si quería
Que era pa hoy no pa mañana
Y yo que le tenia ganas le cumplí sus fantasías
Ella me arranco aparte y me confesó
Que conocerme a mi era su sueño
Que de su cuerpo yo seria el dueño
Y que toas las noches bien loca quiere hacerlo
Y yo que soy bien suelto me le pegue
Re loco re mamado me la arranque
Y el alcohol va en aumento, rosando los cuerpos
Calor que pinte mas alcohol
Que levanten bien las manos los borrachos como yo Calor calor que pinte mas alcohol
Que levanten bien las manos los borrachos como yo Calor calor que pinte mas alcohol
Que levanten bien las manos los borrachos como yo Calor calor que pinte mas alcohol
Que levanten bien las manos los borrachos como yo
Lyrics translation
She tore me apart and confessed to me
That meeting me was her dream
That of his body I would own
And that toas the nights well crazy wants to do it
And I'm loose I hit him
Re crazy re sucked me off
And the alcohol is on the rise, rooting the bodies
Heat that paints more alcohol
Let them raise their hands well drunkards Like Me heat heat let me paint more alcohol
Let them raise their hands well drunkards Like Me heat heat let me paint more alcohol
Let them raise their hands well drunkards Like Me heat heat let me paint more alcohol
Raise your hands well drunkards like me and this is street cumbia
And dancing, with the speakers on the sidewalk
From The Street, From The Street
She said in my ear
I wonder if I wanted to
That was pa today not PA tomorrow
And I wanted to fulfill his fantasies
She tore me apart and confessed to me
That meeting me was her dream
That of his body I would own
And that toas the nights well crazy wants to do it
And I'm loose I hit him
Re crazy re sucked me off
And the alcohol is on the rise, rooting the bodies
Heat that paints more alcohol
Let them raise their hands well drunkards Like Me heat heat let me paint more alcohol
Let them raise their hands well drunkards Like Me heat heat let me paint more alcohol
Let them raise their hands well drunkards Like Me heat heat let me paint more alcohol
Get your hands up, drunks like me.