Текст и перевод песни José El Francés - Mora

Mora

Sabes que las palabras se las lleva el aire,
Que las mías se las lleven hasta tu calle,
Si es que para cada uno hay un papel,
El tuyo de amarme,
Te sienta bien.
Y sea lo que siento tengo,
Que llamarle por su nombre, yo no sé.
Las ilusiones nuevas no se pierden,
Morir en estas cadenas de mar y nieve,
Si la llama que encendimos no se apaga,
Siempre estaré bebiendo en tus dulces aguas,
Y si un día el mismo aire,
Te trae y lleva mis palabras,
Ayy ayy se apagará.

(ESTRIBILLO)
Mora, mora, vente conmigo, conmigo,
A la recama, recama de olivo.
Mora, mora, vente conmigo, conmigo
A la recama, recama del olivo.

Si has tenido sentimiento,
No me engañas,
Un camino de felicidad, me llama,
A mi la pasión me ha llevao a la locura,
Buscaré yo el equilibrio, tu dulzura,
Me tragaré tu sonrisa,
De caricias, de ternura,
Ayy ayy de ternuraaa.

(ESTRIBILLO)
Mora, mora, vente conmigo, conmigo,
A la recama, recama de olivo
Mora, mora, vente conmigo, conmigo,
A la recama, recama del olivo.

Mora

You know words are carried by the air,
Let mine be carried to your street,
If each one of us has a role,
Yours is to love me,
It suits you well.
And whatever I feel I have,
I don't know how to call it by its name.
New dreams will not get lost,
If the flame we've lit doesn't go out,
To die in these chains of sea and snow,
I will always be drinking from your sweet waters.
If one day the same air,
Brings and flows my words,
It will fade away Ayy Ayy.

(CHORUS)
Mora, Mora, come with me, with me,
To the bedroom, the olive grove bedroom.
Mora, Mora, come with me, with me
To the bedroom, the olive grove bedroom.

If there has been feeling,
Don't deceive me,
A path of happiness beckons me,
Passion has driven me to madness,
I will seek your balance, your sweetness,
I will drink in your smile,
Of caresses, of tenderness,
Ayy Ayy of tenderness.

(CHORUS)
Mora, Mora, come with me, with me,
To the bedroom, the olive grove bedroom
Mora, Mora, come with me, with me,
To the bedroom, the olive grove bedroom.