Ricardo Montaner — Convénceme song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Convénceme" by Ricardo Montaner.
Lyrics
Convénceme que la semana,
contigo tiene dos domingos
y que la noche es joven
aunque sea madrugada
Convénceme que no hace falta
salir corriendo a la oficina
o hoy a las tantas, quiero dormirme,
convénceme que no hay rutina
Dime que la luna es roja
que sus mejillas son de queso
y que venden arcoíris
importados y eso es cierto
que el cielo se quedo sin agua
y que el agua se mudo al desierto
Dime mi vida, que todo esto
termina en un final de cuento.
Convénceme de ser feliz
convénceme…
convénceme de no morir
convénceme…
que no es igual
felicidad y plenitud
que un rato entre los dos
que una vida sin tu amor.
II Meses de cinco semanas
y años de cuatro febreros
hacer agostos en tu piel
un sábado de enero
que el sueño se quedo despierto
y que la rosa se vistió de perla.
Dime mi vida que todo esto
termina en un final de cuento.
Convénceme de ser feliz
convénceme…
convénceme de no morir
convénceme…
que no es igual
felicidad y plenitud
que un rato entre los dos
que una vida sin tu amor.
Estar sin ti atado con cadenas
viviría amando
en esclavitud oooo
Convénceme de ser feliz
convénceme
convénceme de no morir
convénceme
que no es igual
felicidad y plenitud
que un rato entre los dos
que una vida sin tu amor.
Convénceme que el cielo existe.
Lyrics translation
Convince me that the week,
you have two Sundays with you
and that the night is young
even at dawn
Convince me you don't have to
running out to the office
or today at so many, I want to go to sleep,
convince me there's no routine
Tell me the moon is red
that his cheeks are cheese
and they sell rainbows
imported and that's true
that the sky ran out of water
and the water moved into the desert
Tell me my life, that all this
it ends in a tale ending.
Convince me to be happy
convince me…
convince me not to die
convince me…
which is not the same
happiness and fullness
that a while between the two
what a life without your love.
II five-week months
and four feverish years
make agostos on your skin
a Saturday in January
May the dream stay awake
and the Rose dressed in Pearl.
Tell me my life that all this
it ends in a tale ending.
Convince me to be happy
convince me…
convince me not to die
convince me…
which is not the same
happiness and fullness
that a while between the two
what a life without your love.
To be without you bound with chains
I'd live loving
in slavery oooo
Convince me to be happy
convince me
convince me not to die
convince me
which is not the same
happiness and fullness
that a while between the two
what a life without your love.
Convince me that heaven exists.