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"Revolvio" por Bebe

Musica: Revolvio

Album: Pa fuera telarañas

Titulo: Revolvio

Nota: 10/10

Spanish Original Version

Porque fue suficiente hablarle con los ojos desde allí. Si en ese mismo instante su vida era tranquila y feliz, la vino a revolver con bollitos y miel
Mareas en la tierra, el cielo iba cubriéndose de gris. Porque salió el torrente, el miedo y las ganas de sentir. Y quiso saborear la masa de su pan.
Revolvió su calor con su voz, con leche y azúcar se lo dio a beber. Bordeó el corazón la razón con unos besos de ron y miel. Horneó con su aliento su pelo, y caramelo parecía al terminar. Y quiso saborear la masa de su pan.
Escríbele canciones, envíale tu voz donde él esté. Vagando por su almohada le vino a visitar en sueños él. La vino a revolver y se dejo hacer.
Estampidas en la tierra, el cielo iba tiñéndose marfil. Porque brotó el torrente, el verbo y las ganas de sentir. Y pudo saborear la masa de su pan
Él revolvió su calor con su voz, con leche y azúcar se lo dio a beber. Bordeó el corazón la razón con unos besos de ron y miel. Horneó con su aliento su pelo, y caramelo parecía al terminar. Y pudo saborear la masa de su pan

English Strappy Translation by Elite

Because it was enough to talk with him only with the glance of an eye at that straight moment. If at that moment, his life was calm and happy, I came to change it with cookies and honey.

Like storms in the sand, the sky starting to be covered up in a cloudy weather. Then came the stream, the fear and the guts to feel again. And all I wanted was to taste the wheat he used to make his bread.
He came to change everything with his voice, with milk and sugar that I gave him to drink. He took care of my heart with spirit, kisses, rhum and honey. He moisturized his hair with fudge caramel until it ended. And all I wanted to taste was the wheat he used to create his bread.
Wrote him songs, I sent him my voice wherever I was. Travelling with his pillow, I came to visit him in his dreams. I came to change his life and he just let it be.
Marked in the sand, the sky continued to shine white as ivory. Then was born the stream, the words and guts to feel again. And I could then taste the wheat of his bread.
He came to change everything with his voice, with milk and sugar that I gave him to drink. He took care of my heart with spirit, kisses, rhum and honey. He moisturized his hair with fudge caramel until it ended. And all I wanted to taste was the wheat he used to create his bread.

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