Ricardo Arjona — Iluso song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Iluso" by Ricardo Arjona.
Lyrics
Era un jueves gris, llova,
Pdeme un remis, deca,
En el lobby de un hotel barato,
Viene de rentar su piel un rato,
Con la algaraba del deber cumplido.
Acrobacias del placer fingido,
Un orgasmo de alquiler, con ruidos,
Pone boca en su carmn escaso,
Ara±ando el adoqun sus pasos,
Quien tiene algo para la nariz, pregunta.
Podra ser de utilidad un pa±uelo,
Disfrac© de ingenuidad, mi anzuelo,
Algo para no dormir, idiota,
Si me das podras pedir mi ropa.
Donde encuentro nieve paґl desvelo, ahora,
Creo que cien podra ajustar, te animas,
Mi depa esta al cruzar la esquina,
Estoy solo como tu, fulana,
Te invito a estrenar la luz, ma±ana,
No te quiero paґ desarreglar la cama.
No es lo que haces con tu boca mi mu±eca rota lo que solicito,
Te puedes dejar la ropa, mi mu±eca rota no la necesito,
No es mojar la calentura, ahogar en tu cintura lo que ando buscando,
Es un poco de ternura para ver si cura lo que estoy pasando,
Dijo si sin sonrer, camina.
Dime si el sexo sin placer, te enciende,
Solo si el cliente es mujer, lo entiendes,
Disimulando argumente esta claro,
No te creas que me parece raro,
Cada quien su gusto y su pasiіn, le dije.
Te podra sujetar la mano,
Dame cien para empezar, y hablamos,
Los busque en mi pantalіn y nada,
Fui debajo del colchіn y estaban,
Se los di como quien compra un par, de alas.
No es lo que haces con tu boca mi mu±eca rota lo que solicito,
Te puedes dejar la ropa, mi mu±eca rota no la necesito,
No es mojar la calentura, ahogar en tu cintura lo que ando buscando,
Es un poco de ternura para ver si cura lo que estoy pasando.
Miro el burі y sin sonrer, momento,
Si es tu ex la del burі no hay trato,
Con su mano se±alі el retrato,
La conoces pregunt©, confuso,
Fue por m quien te dejo, iluso.
Thanks to /* */
Lyrics translation
It was a gray Thursday, it's raining,
Give me a remand, deca.,
In the lobby of a cheap hotel,
It comes from renting your skin for a while,
With the hustle and bustle of Duty done.
Feigned pleasure stunts,
A rental orgasm, with noises,
He puts his mouth on his scanty carmn,
The adoqun's footsteps,
Who has something for the nose, ask.
A paper may be useful,
Naivety costume, my hook,
Something not to sleep, idiot,
If you give me, you can order my clothes.
Where I find snow, now,
I think a hundred can adjust, you cheer up,
My depa is just across the corner.,
I'm just like you, bitch. ,
I invite you to New Light, tomorrow,
I don't want you to mess up the bed.
It's not what you do with your mouth my broken mu±eca what I request,
You can leave your clothes, my broken mu±eca I don't need it,
It's not wetting the heat, drowning in your waist that I'm looking for,
It's a little tenderness to see if it heals what I'm going through,
He said If you don't smile, walk.
Tell me if sex without pleasure, it turns you on,
Only if the client is a woman, Do you understand,
Concealing argument is clear,
Don't think it's weird.,
Each his own taste and passion, I told him.
He'll be able to hold your hand,
Give me a hundred to start with, and we'll talk,
I looked for them in my pants and nothing,
I went under the colchin and they were,
I gave them to him like he buys a pair of wings.
It's not what you do with your mouth my broken mu±eca what I request,
You can leave your clothes, my broken mu±eca I don't need it,
It's not wetting the heat, drowning in your waist that I'm looking for,
It's a little tenderness to see if it heals what I'm going through.
I look at the buri and without smiling, moment,
If it's your ex from the buri, there's no deal.,
With his hand he saw the portrait,
You know her, I wonder, confused.,
It was because of me that I left you, delusional.
Thanks to /* */