Paroles et traduction Alexander - Mujeres

Mujeres

Lento nos va quemando su fuego
Lento nos van tornando en su siervo
Lento nos van haciendo que deseemos un dia amanecer
Desnudos a su cuerpo abrazados
Con besos pintados
Y sin despertarlas andar al trabajo
Mujeres, con una sola mirada te incendian
Con una simple sonrisa la arreglan
Seguramente tambien han de volar y no lo dicen
Mujeres, que hasta la luna se encela
Y en nuestra noche se quejan
Que le han robado sol
Pronto, nos van inflando de sueños
Pronto nos ocacionan un beso
Pronto, hacen que nos desvelemos para confesar
Secretamente en una carta de axiomas
Nuestro sentimiento
Nuestra admiracion nuestro enamoramiento
"Coro"
Mujeres, con una sola mirada te incendian
Con una simple sonrisa la arreglan
Seguramente tambien han de volar y no lo dicen
Mujeres, que hasta la luna se encela
Y en nuestra noche se quejan
Que le han robado el sol
Y hacen las cosas a su modo a su manera
Y esa ternura con que siempre nos explican
Todo una y otra ves y una y otra y una y otra ves
"Coro"
Mujeres, con una sola mirada te incendian
Con una simple sonrisa la arreglan
Seguramente tambien han de volar y no lo dicen
Mujeres, que hasta la luna se encela
Y en nuestra noche se quejan
Que le han robado el sol

Women

Slowly we are burned by their fire
Slowly we become their servants
Slowly they make us wish to wake up one day
Naked, embraced to their body
With painted kisses
And without waking them up, go to work
Women, with just one look you set me on fire
With a simple smile you fix it
Surely they must also fly and won't tell
Women, that even the moon gets jealous
And in our night they complain
That they have been robbed of sunlight
Soon, they inflate us with dreams
Soon they give us a kiss
Soon, they make us stay awake to confess
Secretly in a letter of axioms
Our sentiment
Our admiration our infatuation
"Chorus"
Women, with just one look you set me on fire
With a simple smile you fix it
Surely they must also fly and won't tell
Women, that even the moon gets jealous
And in our night they complain
That they have been robbed of sunlight
And they do things their own way
And that tenderness with which they always explain to us
Everything again and again and again and again and again and again
"Chorus"
Women, with just one look you set me on fire
With a simple smile you fix it
Surely they must also fly and won't tell
Women, that even the moon gets jealous
And in our night they complain
That they have been robbed of sunlight