Lyrics and translation DELLAFUENTE - Bailaora

Bailaora

Me duele porque ella no me conviene
Y era bailaora, era bailaora
Y ahora me tiene subiéndome por las paredes
Y era bailaora, era bailaora
Mira esa morena, no era un ama de tantas
Se pegaba unos baile, 'cucha eso no se aguanta
Y yo la veía apoya en la baranda
Estaba poseída por el ritmo ragatanga
Llevaba un vestido de la Martin Berrocal
O lo mismo era del Zara, bueno en verdad da igual
Estaba entretenida, no sabes como bailaba
Ponían reggeton pero ella palmas daba
Y una pataita por aquí y una pataita por allá
Ella es muy flamenca pa vestir, pero es mas flamenca pa bailar
Y una pataita por aquí y una pataita por allá
Ella es muy flamenca pa vestir, pero es mas flamenca pa bailar
Me duele porque ella no me conviene
Y era bailaora, era bailaora
Y ahora me tiene subiéndome por las paredes
Y era bailaora, era bailaora
Se te puede ver en la cara que has sufrido por amor (por amor)
Ya no pronuncia mas su nombre porque suena a maldición (a maldición)
Y una pataita por aquí y una pataita por allá
Ella es muy flamenca pa vestir, pero es mas flamenca pa bailar
Y una pataita por aquí y una pataita por allá
Ella es muy flamenca pa vestir, pero es mas flamenca pa bailar
Me duele porque ella no me conviene
Y era bailaora, era bailaora
Y ahora me tiene subiéndome por las paredes
Y era bailaora, era bailaora

Bailaora

Me duele porque ella no me conviene
And she was a dancer, a dancer
And now she has me climbing the walls
And she was a dancer, a dancer
Look at that brunette, she was not an amateur
She danced so well, you wouldn't believe it
And I saw her leaning on the railing
She was possessed by the ragatanga rhythm
She was wearing a Martin Berrocal dress
Or maybe it was from Zara, but it doesn't really matter
She was in her own world, you don't know how she danced
They were playing reggaeton but she was clapping
And a little step here and a little step there
She's very flamenco in her dress, but even more flamenco in her dance
And a little step here and a little step there
She's very flamenco in her dress, but even more flamenco in her dance
It hurts because she's not right for me
And she was a dancer, a dancer
And now she has me climbing the walls
And she was a dancer, a dancer
You can see it in your face that you've suffered for love (for love)
You don't say her name anymore because it sounds like a curse (a curse)
And a little step here and a little step there
She's very flamenco in her dress, but even more flamenco in her dance
And a little step here and a little step there
She's very flamenco in her dress, but even more flamenco in her dance
It hurts because she's not right for me
And she was a dancer, a dancer
And now she has me climbing the walls
And she was a dancer, a dancer