Leslie Cartaya — Bolero blue song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bolero blue" by Leslie Cartaya.
Lyrics
El champán en hielo,
Las velas prendidas,
El agua en burbujas,
Mi piel encendida.
La fiesta que espera
Y mi cuerpo no tiene medidas.
La música suena,
La casa está a oscuras,
Titilan estrellas afuera y la luna
Me mira celosa y quisiera
Conmigo ser una.
Pero no espero a nadie
Ni nadie me espera,
Solo el fuego que quema
Y esta borrachera.
Soy planeta
Que da vueltas vagando
En su propia estela.
Pero no espero a nadie
Ni nadie me espera,
Solo el fuego que quema
Y esta borrachera.
Soy planeta
Que da vueltas vagando
En su propia estela.
Y es que nada es suficiente
Para esta cintura.
No, nadie tiene remedio,
Es que no existe cura.
No ha nacido el mortal
Que comprenda,
Que comprenda mi locura.
No hay huracán que rinda
Ni casca la que alcance,
No hay comida suficiente
Pa´ saciar mi hambre.
No hay droga que calme mi sed
Ni agua que cure a mi enfermedad.
Porque no espero a nadie
Ni nadie me espera,
Solo el fuego que quema
Y esta borrachera.
Soy planeta
Que da vueltas vagando
En su propia estela.
Soy planeta que da vueltas.
Porque no espero yo,
No espero a nadie
Ni nadie me espera,
Solo el fuego que quema
Y esta borrachera.
Soy planeta
Que da vueltas vagando
En su propia estela.
Soy planeta que da vueltas
En su propia estela.
Planeta que da vueltas
En su propia estela.
Lyrics translation
Champagne on ice, candles on, water on bubbles, my skin on.
The party that awaits and my body has no measures.
The music is playing, the house is dark, stars are flashing outside and the moon looks jealous and I wish I were one.
But I do not wait for anyone and no one is waiting for me, only the fire that burns and this drunkenness.
I'm a planet that wanders around in its own wake.
But I do not wait for anyone and no one is waiting for me, only the fire that burns and this drunkenness.
I'm a planet that wanders around in its own wake.
And nothing is enough for this waist.
No, no one has a cure, there's no cure.
The mortal who understands, who understands my madness, is not born.
There is no hurricane that yields or bark that reaches, there is not enough food to quench my hunger.
There is no drug to quench my thirst or water to cure my illness.
Because I don't wait for anyone and nobody waits for me, just the fire that burns and this drunkenness.
I'm a planet that wanders around in its own wake.
I'm a spinning planet.
Because I don't wait for me, I don't wait for anyone and nobody waits for me, just the fire that burns and this drunkenness.
I'm a planet that wanders around in its own wake.
I'm a planet spinning in its own wake.
Planet spinning in its own wake.