Saratoga — Blanco y Marfil song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Blanco y Marfil" by Saratoga.
Lyrics
Vida puedes crear
Todo consiste en hacerte vibrar
Libre me haces sentir
Cierro los ojos, te siento gemir
Tu corazón me incita a tocar
Tus suaves curvas, tu suave perfil
No hay mas que hablar, eres la luz
Que jamás se apaga
Solo los grandes pudieron sacar
De tus entrañas algo inmortal
Y mientras suene tu voz,
Nota a nota mi alma poseeras
Vistes de blanco y marfil
Oro y plata, debe ser así
Ruges, puedes gritar
Todo depende de mi ansiedad
Lloras si lloro yo Solo un lamento, una sola voz
La conclusión que llego a entender
Es que tu magia no quiere ceder
Quien te invento no imagino
Que a dios mismo supero
Solo los grandes pudieron sacar
De tus entrañas algo inmortal
Y mientras suene tu voz,
Nota a nota mi alma poseeras
Vistes de blanco y marfil
Oro y plata, debe ser así
Rayos y truenos saldrán
De tus cuerdas hechas de metal
Hablas a la multitud, los hechizas
Nunca tienes fin
Y yo aqui, tras de ti Una vez más os invito a volar
Solo los grandes pudieron sacar
De tus entrañas algo inmortal
Y mientras suene tu voz,
Nota a nota mi alma poseeras
Vistes de blanco y marfil
Oro y plata, debe ser así
Rayos y truenos saldrán
De tus cuerdas hechas de metal
Hablas a la multitud, los hechizas
Nunca tienes fin
Y yo aqui, tras de ti Una vez más os invito a volar
Lyrics translation
Life you can create
It's all about making you vibrate
Free you make me feel
I close my eyes, I can feel you moaning
Your heart urges me to touch
Your smooth curves, your smooth profile
There is nothing more to talk about, you are the light
That never goes out
Only the big ones could pull out
From your bowels something immortal
And as long as your voice rings,
Note to note my soul you possessed
You dress in white and Ivory
Gold and silver, it must be so
Ruges, you can scream
It all depends on my anxiety
You cry if I cry only one lament, one voice
The conclusion I come to understand
It's that your magic won't give in
Who invented you I can't imagine
That God himself overcame
Only the big ones could pull out
From your bowels something immortal
And as long as your voice rings,
Note to note my soul you possessed
You dress in white and Ivory
Gold and silver, it must be so
Lightning and Thunder will come out
Of your strings made of metal
You talk to the crowd, the spells
You never have an end
And here I am, after you once again I invite you to fly
Only the big ones could pull out
From your bowels something immortal
And as long as your voice rings,
Note to note my soul you possessed
You dress in white and Ivory
Gold and silver, it must be so
Lightning and Thunder will come out
Of your strings made of metal
You talk to the crowd, the spells
You never have an end
And here I am, after you once again I invite you to fly