Текст и перевод песни Kumbia Queers - Motochorra

Motochorra

Una motochorra se robo mi corazon
Se robo mi corazon, se robo mi corazoon.
Una motochorra se robo mi corazon
Se robo mi corazon, se robo mi corazoon.
Atrevasaba la ciudad a toda velocidad
Con el pelo suelto y los anteojos puestos.
Vivir la vida de cara al viento yo quiero eso
La sensación de libertad acaricio todo mi cuerpo y se detuvo el tiempo.
Yo la vi venir acercándose hasta mi y en ese momento supe que perdí
Yo la vi venir acercándose hasta mi nunca voy a perdonarme haberla dejado ir.
Una motochorra se robo mi corazón, se robo mi corazón, se robo y mi corazón
Y no pude resistirme, ni oponerme ni decirle, que todo lo que tengo se lo presto
Que ya tiene mi teléfono y mis llaves así que espero que venga o que me llame.
Ya tiene mi teléfono y mis llaves así que espero que venga o que me llame.

Esa chica en moto arrebata lo que toca, no pensé clavarme pero ella me volvió loca,
La gente se pregunta porque siendo una ladrona, me gusta y me cautiva y empezamos una historia
No importa lo que digan ella es rete buena morra aunque hasta hace poco tiempo habitaba una mazmorra, estoy enamorada, les juro que no es broma de una chica linda a la que llaman motochorra.
Yo la vi venir... yo la vi venir...

Motorcycle Thief

A motorcycle thief has stolen my heart
She stole my heart, she stole my heart.
A motorcycle thief has stolen my heart
She stole my heart, she stole my heart.
She sped through the city at full speed
With her hair loose and her glasses on.
I want to live life facing the wind like that
The feeling of freedom caressed my whole body and time stopped.
I saw her coming up to me and at that moment I knew I was lost
I saw her coming up to me, I'll never forgive myself for letting her go.
A motorcycle thief stole my heart, she stole my heart, she stole and my heart
And I couldn't resist, nor oppose nor tell her that I would give her everything I have
She already has my phone and my keys so I hope she comes or calls me.
She already has my phone and my keys so I hope she comes or calls me.

That girl on the motorcycle takes what she touches, I didn't think I'd fall head over heels, but she drove me crazy,
People wonder why, being a thief, I like her and she captivates me, and we start a story
No matter what they say she's a really cool chick even though until recently she lived in a dungeon, I'm in love, I swear it's no joke about a beautiful girl they call motorcycle thief.
I saw her coming... I saw her coming...