Bebe — Revolvió song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Revolvió" by Bebe.
Lyrics
Porque fue suficiente
hablarle con los ojos desde allí.
Si en ese mismo instante
su vida era tranquila y feliz,
la vino a revolver con bollitos y miel
Mareas en la tierra,
el cielo iba cubriéndose de gris.
Porque salióel torrente,
el miedo y las ganas de sentir.
Y quiso saborear la masa de su pan.
Revolviósu calor con su voz,
con leche y azúcar se lo dio a beber.
Bordeóel corazón la razón con unos besos de ron y miel.
Horneócon su aliento su pelo,
y caramelo parecía al terminar.
Y quiso saborear la masa de su pan.
Escríbele canciones,
envíale tu voz donde él esté.
Vagando por su almohada
le vino a visitar en sueños él.
La vino a revolver y se dejo hacer.
Estampidas en la tierra,
el cielo iba tiñéndose marfil.
Porque brotóel torrente,
el verbo y las ganas de sentir.
Y pudo saborear la masa de su pan
Él revolviósu calor con su voz,
con leche y azúcar se lo dio a beber.
Bordeóel corazón la razón con unos besos de ron y miel.
Horneócon su aliento su pelo,
y caramelo parecía al terminar.
Y pudo saborear la masa de su pan
Lyrics translation
Because it was enough
talk to him with his eyes from there.
If at that very moment
his life was quiet and happy,
the wine to stir with buns and honey
Tides on Earth,
the sky was covered in gray.
Because the torrent came out,
fear and the desire to feel.
And he wanted to taste the dough of his bread.
Stir his heat with his voice,
with milk and sugar he gave it to drink.
He bordered the heart of reason with a few kisses of rum and honey.
Bake your breath your hair,
and candy looked like it was over.
And he wanted to taste the dough of his bread.
Write him songs,
send him your voice wherever he is.
Wandering around his pillow
he came to visit him in his dreams.
He came to stir it up and let himself be done.
Stampedes on the ground,
the sky was turning ivory.
Because the torrent sprang,
the word and the desire to feel.
And he could taste the dough of his bread
He stirred his heat with his voice,
with milk and sugar he gave it to drink.
He bordered the heart of reason with a few kisses of rum and honey.
Bake your breath your hair,
and candy looked like it was over.
And he could taste the dough of his bread