Zenet — Ella Era Mala song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ella Era Mala" by Zenet.
Lyrics
Ella era mi hambre
Mi mal bebé
Llevaba en la sangre
Dejarse querer
Ella era to' l’arte
La noche de ayer
Ella era más antes
Que el amanecer
Ella fui mi agravio
El puro diablo
Pura tentación
Ella era mala
Pero palabra que fue la mejor
Solo yo tuve el honor
Te pujar por sus pedazos
De pintarle su retrato
De tener su compasión
Solo yo tuve el honor
De rozarme con su flor
De su probar de sus peligros
De tener su maldición
Ella era mi ciencia
Mi numero pi
Mi mala conciencia
Mi eterno desliz
Ella fue mi ganas
Y mi frustración
Ella era la santa
De mi devoción
Ella fue mi sabia
Ella fue mi rabia
Mi revolución
Ella era mala
Pero palabra que fue la mejor
Solo yo tuve el honor
De pujar por sus pedazos
De pintarle su retrato
De tener su compasión
Solo yo tuve el honor
De rozarme con su filo
De probar de sus peligros
De tener su maldición
(bis estribillo)
Lyrics translation
She was my hunger
My bad baby
It was in the blood
Letting yourself be loved
She was to ' art
Last night
She was more before
That the dawn
She was my grievance
The pure devil
Pure temptation
She was bad
But word that was the best
Only I had the honor
You bid for your pieces
To paint his portrait
To have his compassion
Only I had the honor
Of touching me with his flower
Of their Prove of their dangers
Of having his curse
She was my science
Mi number pi
My bad conscience
My eternal glide
She was my desire
And my frustration
She was the Saint
Of my devotion
She was my wise
She was my rage
My revolution
She was bad
But word that was the best
Only I had the honor
Of bidding for their pieces
To paint his portrait
To have his compassion
Only I had the honor
To graze me with his edge
Of their dangers
Of having his curse
(bis refrain)