Текст и перевод песни Beatriz Luengo - Momentiko

Momentiko

Dame, dame, dame un momentiko pa′ mostrarte
Que no es verdad eso que dicen de segundas partes
Y dame, dame, dame un huequecito ahí en tu ombligo
Pa' demostrarte que es verdad lo que te digo, lo que te explico.
Lo que describo en estas prosas son las cosas mas hermosas que te he escrito
Si hasta mi alma vanidosa está celosa,
De las cosas que te pido.
Ay... que yo no quiero ná, ná...
Solo robarle los secretos a tu almohada
Que dejaste abandoná.
Y si quiero más,
Pues yo me duermo en el ladito de tu cama,
Que aún te echa de menos
Y pregunta ¿Dónde andarás?
Si la esquinita de este corazón,
Te la dejo reservá.
Dime si vendrá, yo sé,
La próxima oportunidad será mejor
Si ya nos conocemos
Da igual lo que pasó entre tú y yo...
Lo que pasó, pasó y ya pasao′ está...
Da igual lo que dijimos los dos...
Y ya que estás aquí, pues quédate un ratito más
Dame, dame, dame un momentiko pa' mostrarte
Que no es verdad eso que dicen de segundas partes
Y dame, dame, dame un huequecito ahí en tu ombligo
Pa' demostrarte que es verdad lo que te digo, lo que te explico.
Lo que describo en estas prosas son las cosas mas hermosas que te he escrito
Si hasta mi alma vanidosa está celosa,
De las cosas que te pido.
Las preguntas sobran ya.
Tú y yo nunca fallamos,
Quizás nos entendimos mal.
Pero fui capaz de ir recogiendo
Los retales de recuerdos pa′ coserlos.
Fui tejiendo los lunares de tu cuerpo
Y enredando tus caricias con mi pelo
Y arrancando mis pestañas por deseo,
De que volvieras tú, que ya nos conocemos...
Da igual lo que pasó entre tú y yo...
Lo que pasó, pasó y ya pasao′ está...
Da igual lo que dijimos los dos...
Y ya que estás aquí, pues quédate un ratito más
Y dame, dame, dame un momentiko pa' mostrarte
Que no es verdad eso que dicen de segundas partes
Y dame, dame, dame un huequecito ahí en tu ombligo
Pa′ demostrarte que es verdad lo que te digo, lo que te explico.
Lo que describo en estas prosas son las cosas mas hermosas que te he escrito
Si hasta mi alma vanidosa está celosa,
De las cosas que te pido.
Detrás de tu adiós no se cerró la puerta.
Quizás fue tu intención de dejarla abierta.
Y hoy siento que la vida por fin me ha escuchado
Y has vuelto aquí a mi vida sin haber tardado.
Porque cuando pedía que tú regresaras,
Rezaba a mis santitos pa' que me escucharan.
Y al fin estás aquí y hoy me he dado cuenta
Que también tuve razón al dejarla abierta.
Dime si tú estabas o no,
Perdido en tu habitació, sélo y con ganas de verme.
O a lo mejor tú estabas o no,
Cubriendo tu soledad con alguien que fuera a verte.
Dame, dame, dame un momentiko pa′ mostrarte
Que no es verdad eso que dicen de segundas partes
Y dame, dame, dame un huequecito ahí en tu ombligo
Pa' demostrarte que es verdad lo que te digo, lo que te explico.
Lo que describo en estas prosas son las cosas mas hermosas que te he escrito
Si hasta mi alma vanidosa está celosa,
De las cosas que te pido.
Da igual lo que pasó entre tú y yo...
Da igual lo que dijimos los dos...
Da igual lo que pasó entre tú y yo...
Da igual lo que dijimos los do

Little Moment

Give me, give me, give me a little moment to show you
That what they say about second chances isn't true
And give me, give me, give me a little space there in your navel
To prove to you that what I say, what I explain, is true.
What I describe in these verses are the most beautiful things I've written for you
Even my vain soul is jealous,
Of the things I ask of you.
Oh... I don't want anything, anything...
Just to steal the secrets from your pillow
That you left abandoned.
And if I want more,
Well, I'll sleep on the side of your bed,
That still misses you
And asks "Where could you be?"
If the corner of this heart,
I leave it reserved for you.
Tell me if it will come, I know,
The next opportunity will be better
If we already know each other
It doesn't matter what happened between you and me...
What happened, happened and it's already past...
It doesn't matter what we both said...
And since you're here, stay a little while longer
Give me, give me, give me a little moment to show you
That what they say about second chances isn't true
And give me, give me, give me a little space there in your navel
To prove to you that what I say, what I explain, is true.
What I describe in these verses are the most beautiful things I've written for you
Even my vain soul is jealous,
Of the things I ask of you.
The questions are already too much.
You and I never fail,
Maybe we misunderstood each other.
But I was able to pick up
The shreds of memories to sew them together.
I was weaving the moles of your body
And tangling your caresses with my hair
And pulling out my eyelashes out of desire,
That you would come back, that we already know each other...
It doesn't matter what happened between you and me...
What happened, happened and it's already past...
It doesn't matter what we both said...
And since you're here, stay a little while longer
And give me, give me, give me a little moment to show you
That what they say about second chances isn't true
And give me, give me, give me a little space there in your navel
To prove to you that what I say, what I explain, is true.
What I describe in these verses are the most beautiful things I've written for you
Even my vain soul is jealous,
Of the things I ask of you.
Behind your goodbye, the door didn't close.
Maybe it was your intention to leave it open.
And today I feel that life has finally heard me
And you've come back to my life without delay.
Because when I asked for you to come back,
I prayed to my little saints to listen to me.
And finally you're here and today I realized
That I was also right to leave it open.
Tell me if you were or not,
Lost in your room, alone and wanting to see me.
Or maybe you were or not,
Covering your loneliness with someone who would come to see you.
Give me, give me, give me a little moment to show you
That what they say about second chances isn't true
And give me, give me, give me a little space there in your navel
To prove to you that what I say, what I explain, is true.
What I describe in these verses are the most beautiful things I've written for you
Even my vain soul is jealous,
Of the things I ask of you.
It doesn't matter what happened between you and me...
It doesn't matter what we both said...
It doesn't matter what happened between you and me...
It doesn't matter what we said