Que no sea lo que yo quiera,
que sea tu voluntad,
pero quiero libertad
para decirte en verdad que eres linda
Te escribiré unos versos,
te los mandaré manaña,
en otro papelito
te mandaré decir la verdad
que es un secreto
Bella… bella
Me dicen que a tí te gusta que te lloren
Me gustaria llorarte,
y si el llanto te da impresion,
dame de tí tu compasión,
que para mi tu ere’ una santa.
Dame de tí lo que te dije
tu me ta’ haciendo hablar de mas
Me quieras o no te perseguiré,
que seas mia siempre te diré
y de tu hermorsura siempre te preguntare.
Coro: Es la mamandela (4x)
Tu cuerpo desnudo, asi te imagino,
cubierto de amor,
diciéndote que soy tu amor único
La cuida’ está de moda,
porque en ella paseas.
La gente se ven alegre,
hacia mucha falta tu sonrisa
Bella…Bella
Hook
Bella…Bella
Coro (8x)
It may not be what I want,
what is your desire
but I desire freedom
to tell you truthfully that you are lovely
I will write you some verses,
I will send them to you tomorrow
and on another page,
I will ask you to tell the truth
which is a secret
beautiful beautiful
they tell me that you like to be cried for
I want to cry to you
and if crying moves you,
give me your compassion
because to me you are an angel
give me what I told you,
you're making me talk too much
Whether you want me or not,
I will overcome you
I always told you that you would be mine,
and about your beauty I will ask you
It is the mamandela x4
Your body naked,
like this I imagine you
your loving gaze
telling me that I am your only love
The city is happening
because you pass through her
The people look happy,
they were missing your smile
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