Текст и перевод песни Juan Luis Guerra - Cantando Bachata

Cantando Bachata

Tú no sabes, no
Lo que yo pasé
Cuando decidí
Irme a Nueva York, así que
¡Oh, no! Tan bien que estaba yo (oh-oh)
Cantando bachata (¡hey!)
Se me heló la piel (se me heló la piel)
La oreja, el mentón (uh, uh, uh)
Cuando yo viajé (cuando yo viajé)
De Punta Cana al Bronx, dicen
¡Oh, no! Tan bien que estaba yo (oh-oh)
Cantando bachata
Con unos ′chores' en mi casa
Con las canillas y el ombligo, contigo (yeah)
Cantando bachata
Con las caricias de mi gata
Y con la rumba de mi perro callejero, te quiero (yeah-yeah)
Cantando bachata (cantando bachata)
Se distorsionó
Mi guitarra pop con un frío rock (con un frpio rock)
Allá en Nueva York, así que
¡Oh, no! Tan bien que estaba yo (oh-oh)
Cantando bachata
Con unos ′chores' en mi casa
Con las canillas en un party, contigo (yeah-yeah)
Cantando bachata
Con las caricias de mi gata
Y con la rumba de mi perro callejero, te quiero (yeah-yeah)
Cantando bachata
Cantando bachata
Cantando bachata
Cantando bachata
Cantando bachata
Con unos 'chores′ en mi casa
Con las canillas y el ombligo, contigo (yeah-yeah)
Cantando bachata
Con las caricias de mi gata
Y con la rumba de mi perro callejero, te quiero (yeah-yeah)
Cantando bachata (ay, ay, ay, amor)
Con unos ′chores' en mi casa (ay, ay, ay, amor)
Y con la cura de mi gata (ay, ay, ay, amor)
We killing in Santo Domingo (amor)
Con mi perrita de la lata (ay, ay, ay, amor)
Y tus caricias que me abrazan (ay, ay, ay, amor)
Pero cantando bachata (ay, ay, ay, amor)

Singing Bachata

You don't know, no
What I went through
When I decided
To go to New York, so
Oh, no! I was so good (oh-oh)
Singing bachata (hey!)
My skin froze (my skin froze)
My ear, my chin (uh, uh, uh)
When I traveled (when I traveled)
From Punta Cana to the Bronx, they say
Oh, no! I was so good (oh-oh)
Singing bachata
With some 'chores' in my house
With the calves and the navel, with you (yeah)
Singing bachata
With the caresses of my cat
And with the rumba of my stray dog, I love you (yeah-yeah)
Singing bachata (singing bachata)
It was distorted
My pop guitar with a cold rock (with a cold rock)
Over there in New York, so
Oh, no! I was so good (oh-oh)
Singing bachata
With some 'chores' in my house
With the calves at a party, with you (yeah-yeah)
Singing bachata
With the caresses of my cat
And with the rumba of my stray dog, I love you (yeah-yeah)
Singing bachata
Singing bachata
Singing bachata
Singing bachata
Singing bachata
With some 'chores' in my house
With the calves and the navel, with you (yeah-yeah)
Singing bachata
With the caresses of my cat
And with the rumba of my stray dog, I love you (yeah-yeah)
Singing bachata (ay, ay, ay, love)
With some 'chores' in my house (ay, ay, ay, love)
And with the cure of my cat (ay, ay, ay, love)
We killing in Santo Domingo (love)
With my little dog from the can (ay, ay, ay, love)
And your caresses that embrace me (ay, ay, ay, love)
But singing bachata (ay, ay, ay, love)