Текст и перевод песни Romeo Santos - Fui a jamaica

Fui a jamaica

Fui a Jamaica para hacerte brujerías
Y tenerte en mis manos
Aunque sé que es pecado
Estoy desesperado.
Le he rezado a todos los santos
Mi plegaria ha sido un fracaso
Prendo velas a diario
Y colecciono rosarios.
Y un psíquico me dijo
Que hay un hombre que te tiene en sus brazos
Que mi amor llego tarde
Y ese fulano temprano.
No me resigno, no acepto
Me siento incompleto
Si no te conquisto.
No me cesan las ganas de hablarte probarte
Aunque sea un poquito.
No descansaré hasta que seas mi enamorada
Y que en mi panorama se vea tu amor.
Gostoso
Llora guitarra
Llora
Así a very
For the King
No me resigno, no acepto
Me siento incompleto
Si no te conquisto.
No me cesan las ganas de hablarte
Probarte aunque sea un poquito.
No descansaré hasta que seas mi enamorada
Y que en mi panorama se vea tu amor.
Tu amor.
Oye mami, es que tu amor me tiene
Loco, loco, loco, loco, loco
Fui a Jamaica para hacerte brujerías
Y tenerte en mis manos
Y un cristiano me dijo
Que estoy equivocado.
Que solo Dios tiene el poder
Y el decide con quien terminamos.
Pero hablando sincero
Soy un desubicado

I Went to Jamaica

I went to Jamaica to cast spells on you,
To have you in my hands,
Even though I know it's a sin,
I'm desperate.
I've prayed to all the saints,
My prayers have been a failure,
I light candles daily,
And collect rosaries.
And a psychic told me
There's a man who holds you in his arms,
That my love arrived late,
And that guy got there early.
I won't resign myself, I won't accept it,
I feel incomplete
If I don't conquer you.
The desire to talk to you, to taste you,
Even just a little bit, won't cease.
I won't rest until you're my lover,
And your love fills my horizon.
Gostoso
Cry, guitar
Cry
Like this, very
For the King
I won't resign myself, I won't accept it,
I feel incomplete
If I don't conquer you.
The desire to talk to you,
To taste you, even just a little bit, won't cease.
I won't rest until you're my lover,
And your love fills my horizon.
Your love.
Hey baby, your love has me
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
I went to Jamaica to cast spells on you,
To have you in my hands,
And a Christian told me
That I'm wrong.
That only God has the power,
And he decides who we end up with.
But speaking honestly,
I'm clueless.