Gustavo Cordera — Abusame song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Abusame" by Gustavo Cordera.
Lyrics
Tuyo es mi tiempo, tuya es mi vida
sos mi bandera, mi religión
mi independencia, mi rebeldía
y el cierre de mi pantalón
Yo me hago cargo de tu alegría
y recordarte que soy tu amor
aprovechame no te lo pierdas
Yo soy un buen proveedor
Abusame, abusame
abusame, abusame
Vos sos mi dueño, mi patrón
el hombre, mi bien amado
en casa sos el general
yo tu humilde soldado
Tus caprichos, mi vocación
tus errores perdonados
tu mensaje es el timón
que me lleva a todos lados
Abusame, abusame
abusame, abusame
Si se te queda en el barro el auto
yo te lo saco de un empujón
Conmigo vas a tener más crédito
que el que te da el Banco Nación
vos festejá mis aventuras
y mis dineros vas a tener
Yo puedo ser tu hombre de noche
durante el día ser tu mujer
Tengo cuatro celulares
que te pueden atender
si estás mal trecho, te sientes loco
quién te va a contener?
no pregunto, silenciosa
tengo el don recolector
Y por las noches sin tener ganas
dejo que me hagas el amor
dejo que me hagas el amor
y no me quejo
Abusame, abusame
abusame, abusame
Que largo mambo
sin despedida
sin un final parecería
y nos mimamos con nuestras rejas
las concesiones, nos emparejan
en pareja.
Lyrics translation
Yours is my time, yours is my life
you are my flag, my religion
my independence, my rebellion
and the closure of my pants
I take care of your joy
and remind you that I am your love
take advantage of me don't miss it
I am a good supplier
Abuse me, abuse me
abuse me, abuse me
You are my owner, my boss
the man, my beloved
at home you are the general
I am your humble soldier
Your whims, my vocation
your mistakes forgiven
your message is the helm
that takes me everywhere
Abuse me, abuse me
abuse me, abuse me
If you stay in the mud the car
I'll pull it out of you.
With me you'll have more credit
that the one that gives you the nation Bank
you will celebrate my adventures
and my money you're gonna have
I can be your night man
during the day be your woman
I have four cell phones.
that they can take care of you
if you are wrong stretch, you feel crazy
who's gonna hold you back?
I don't ask, silent
I have the Don collector.
And at night without feeling like it
I let you make love to me
I let you make love to me
and I don't complain
Abuse me, abuse me
abuse me, abuse me
What a long mambo
no farewell
without an end it would seem
and we pamper ourselves with our bars
the concessions, they match us
couple.