Georgina — Menamore song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Menamore" by Georgina.
Lyrics
Me enamoré, de un tipo que parece tonto
Y no lo es
No es un modelo de Hugo Boss
Pero modela para mí, toda su ropa interior
Me enamoré, de alguién que no usa perfume
Y huele bien
No es un amante de novelas
Pero me entrega su amor, sin escenas mias
No tiene cabellera hermosa
No es un metrosexual de la prensa rosa
CORO
Me enamoré, de un tipo que
No me ha dado flores ni una vez
Pero llenó de primavera, toda esta casa vacia
No quiero rosas carmucadas
Que el tiempo ha de marchitar
Prefiero estar contigo
Y convertir todos los meses en abril
Me enamoré, de alquien que cree que el
Matrimonio es un papel
De alquién que se queja por todo
Pero me da la razón
Sin pedir explicación
No quiere ver, que existe un dios que puede
Mucho más que él
Pero me lleva al paraiso, cuando hacemos el amor
No tiene cabellera hermosa
No es un metrosexual de la prensa rosa
CORO
Me enamoré, de un tipo que
No me ha dado flores ni una vez
Pero llenó de primavera, toda esta casa vacia
No quiero rosas carmucadas
Que el tiempo ha de marchitar
Prefiero estar contigo
Y convertir todos los meses en abril
Me enamoré, de un tipo que
No me ha dado flores ni una vez
Pero llenó de primavera, toda esta casa vacia
No quiero rosas carmucadas
Que el tiempo ha de marchitar
Prefiero estar contigo
Y convertir todos los meses en abril
Me enamoré
Lyrics translation
I fell in love with a guy who looks silly.
And it's not
It's not a Hugo Boss Model.
But she models for me, all her underwear
I fell in love with someone who doesn't wear perfume.
And it smells good
He's not a lover of novels
But he gives me his love, without my scenes
She has no beautiful hair
He's not a metrosexual of the pink press.
CHOIR
I fell in love with a guy who
He hasn't given me flowers once.
But filled with spring, this whole empty house
I don't want carmucada roses
That time has to wither
I'd rather be with you
And turn every month in April
I fell in love, with someone who thinks the
Marriage is a role
Someone who complains about everything
But it gives me the right
Without asking for explanation
He does not want to see, that there is a God who can
Much more than him
But it takes me to paradise, when we make love
She has no beautiful hair
He's not a metrosexual of the pink press.
CHOIR
I fell in love with a guy who
He hasn't given me flowers once.
But filled with spring, this whole empty house
I don't want carmucada roses
That time has to wither
I'd rather be with you
And turn every month in April
I fell in love with a guy who
He hasn't given me flowers once.
But filled with spring, this whole empty house
I don't want carmucada roses
That time has to wither
I'd rather be with you
And turn every month in April
I fell in love