Cuban-inspired bolero/guaracha sung in Spanish. Passionate, sentimental & melancholic. Male singer, male backing vocals, Spanish guitar & Latin Cuban-inspired bolero/guaracha sung in Spanish. Passionate, sentimental & melancholic. Male singer, male backing vocals, Spanish guitar & Latin percussion.歌词
ES:
Te quiero
Simplemente te quiero
Y yo muero aquí
Si no te tengo a ti
Juntito a mi
Te quiero
Simplemente te quiero
Tenerte entre mis brazos
Para hacerte feliz
Ahogarme en tus labios
Y besarte despacio
Y que no queden dudes, mi amor
Que yo me muero por ti
Que yo me muero por ti
EN:
I love you
I simply love you
And I die here
If I don't have you
Next to me
I love you
I simply love you
To hold you in my arms
To make you happy
To drown in your lips
And kiss you slowly
And that there is no doubt, my love
That I'd die for you
That I'd die for you
Passionate, melancholic yet grounded Chicano rap sung in Spanish. There's nothing left after crossing the border. Male rap singer, electric guitar & Passionate, melancholic yet grounded Chicano rap sung in Spanish. There's nothing left after crossing the border. Male rap singer, electric guitar & Latin percussion.歌词
ES:
Que difícil es no poderte abrazar
Y tengo que cruzar pa' volverte a besar
Nada, no queda nada...
Que difícil es no poderte abrazar
Y tengo que cruzar pa' volverte a besar
Nada, no queda nada...
Estoy aquí
Justo donde no nací
Donde el día y la noche siempre se ve gris
Donde todos parecen zanahorias
Y el hombre que me llama me dice
Ten paciencia, sonríe...
De nuevo la paré' esta fría,
Extraño mi geva, mi gente, mi familia
Es por eso que no puedo ir
Espérame mi amor
Pronto voy por ti, sigues ahí?
Que difícil es no poderte abrazar
Y tengo que cruzar pa' volverte a besar
Nada, no queda nada...
Que difícil es no poderte abrazar
Y tengo que cruzar pa' volverte a besar
Nada, no queda nada...
Esto es real
Sigo sin quitarme el guante
Padre santo dame fuerza tengo que aguántame
Gracias a mis errores ahora estoy pagando
Te lo juro que cambio por mi negra, yo cambio
Me llena de esperanza cuando escucho su voz
Se nota que me ama aunque odie mis actos
Pero estamos preparados
Por que cuando regrese
Ya no seremos dos
EN:
How hard it is not being able to hug you
And I have to cross over to kiss you again
Nothing, there's nothing left
How hard it is not being able to hug you
And I have to cross over to kiss you again
Nothing, there's nothing left
I'm here
Right where I wasn't born
Where day and night always look grey
Where everyone looks like carrots
And the man who calls me says
Be patient, smile...
Again the wall is cold,
I miss my woman, my people, my family
That's why I can't go
Wait for me my love
I'm coming for you soon, are you still there?
How hard it is not being able to hug you
And I have to cross over to kiss you again
Nothing, there's nothing left
How hard it is not being able to hug you
And I have to cross over to kiss you again
Nothing, there's nothing left
This is real
I still keep the gloves on
Holy Father give me strength I have to endure
Because of my mistakes now I'm paying
I swear I change for my black woman, I change
It fills me with hope when I hear her voice
I can tell she loves me even though she hates my actions
But we're ready
Because when I come back
We won't be two anymore
Salsa. Dancing, bitter sweet salsa sung in Spanglish. Male vocal, percussion, piano & brass section. Suggested for Latin party & telenovelas. 歌词
He mama, he mama, he mama
mi tierra bella me llama.
He mama, he mama, he mama
mi tierra bella me llama.
Oye salio? el sol
Mucha gente motivada
teniendo el control
Hace falta la tierra
pero aqui? estoy yo
Mi tierra me llama,
taking all for all
So?lo pensarte me hace llorar,
quiero regresar.
So?lo pensarte me hace llorar,
Quiero volver pa' vacilar
He mama, he mama, he mama
mi tierra bella me llama.
He mama, he mama, he mama
mi tierra bella me llama.
Take it slow, let it flow
Form the east to the west coast.
North and south,La cosa se pone mejor.
Latinos hang out
Tumbao con flow montuno y guaguanco Y el negro vacilo?
So?lo pensarte me hace llorar,
quiero regresar.
So?lo pensarte me hace llorar,
Quiero volver pa' vacilar
He mama, he mama, he mama
mi tierra bella me llama.
He mama, he mama, he mama
mi tierra bella me llama.
Oye, groove it baby
Oye bailador,
Sube que sube, que sube.
I wanna go back, tengo ganas del volver a ver.
Mi tierra me llama.
Mi gente mi isla que me vio nacer.
Mi tierra me llama.
Cantar con mi familia que hace tiempo me ve.
Mi tierra me llama.
Todo esta listo, vacilando en el week end.
Mi tierra me llama.
So?lo pensarte me hace llorar.
Mi tierra me llama.
So?lo pensarte me hace llorar,
Quiero volver pa' vacilar
He mama, he mama, he mama
mi tierra bella me llama.
He mama, he mama, he mama
mi tierra bella me llama.
EN:
He mama, he mama, he mama
my beautiful land is calling me.
He mama, he mama, he mama
my beautiful land is calling me.
Hey the sun is out
Many motivated people
being in control
Missing the land
but here I am
My land is calling me,
taking all for all
Just the thought of you makes me cry,
I want to come back.
Just the thought of you makes me cry,
I want to come back to dance
He mama, he mama, he mama
my beautiful land is calling me.
He mama, he mama, he mama
my beautiful land is calling me.
Take it slow, let it flow
Form the east to the west coast.
North and south, it gets better.
Latinos hang out
Tumbao with flow montuno and guaguanco And the black one danced
Just the thought of you makes me cry,
I want to come back.
Just the thought of you makes me cry,
I want to come back for a while
He mama, he mama, he mama
my beautiful land is calling me.
He mama, he mama, he mama
my beautiful land is calling me.
Hey, groove it baby
Hey dancer,
It goes up, it goes up.
I wanna go back, I wanna see again.
My land is calling me.
My people my island that witnessed my birth.
My land calls me.
Singing with my family who have waited a long time to see me.
My land calls me.
Everything is ready, hesitating in the week end.
My land calls me.
Just the thought of you makes me cry.
My land calls me.
Just the thought of you makes me cry,
I want to come back to dance
He mama, he mama, he mama
my beautiful land is calling me.
He mama, he mama, he mama
my beautiful land is calling me.
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