Nothing tastes as sweet as her mouth

Spanish

Nada sabe tan dulce como su boca

Nada sabe tan dulce como su boca ,
me transporta a una nube cuando me toca.
La estela de su cuerpo te abre el camino
como una antorcha.
Tempestades desata mientras se escapa sobre su escoba.

Nada sabe tan dulce como su boca,
tan sólo alguna cosa que no se nombra.
Algunas veces paso por el mercado y le traigo rosas
o la miro despacio de arriba a abajo, se van las horas.

No soy un héroe lo sé es fácil como pueden ver
colgarse con esa mujer, pisar por donde pone el pie.
Qué podría contar, que no imaginéis.
Mi patria, mi bandera, mi segunda piel
el lugar donde quiero volver, ...su boca, uh, uh, su boca.

Nada sabe tan dulce como su boca
te regala alegría si no te sobra
tiene bien señalado su territorio como una loba
y adentro amigos que le recuerdan que no está sola.

No soy un héroe lo sé es fácil como pueden ver
colgarse con esa mujer, pisar por donde pone el pie.
Qué podría contar, que no imaginéis.
Mi patria, mi bandera, mi segunda piel
el lugar donde quiero volver, ...su boca, uh, uh, su boca.

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English

Nothing tastes as sweet as her mouth

Nothing tastes as sweet as her mouth,
it carries me to a cloud when it touches me.
The wake of her body opens a path for you
like a torch.
She unleashes tempests as she flies away on her broom.

Nothing tastes as sweet as her mouth,
save for a certain thing that we won't name here.
Sometimes I pass by the market and bring her roses,
or I look her, slowly, head to toe, and time flies.

I am no hero, I know. It's easy, as you can see
to become entranced by that woman, to step where she has stepped.
What could I tell that you could not imagine.
Mi homeland, my flag, my second skin.
The place I want to return to... her mouth, oh, oh, her mouth.

Nothing tastes as sweet as her mouth,
it gives you joy if you're not wel-off on it,
she has her territory clearly marked, like a she-wolf
and inside, the friends that remind her that she's not alone.

I am no hero, I know. It's easy, as you can see
to become entranced by that woman, to step where she has stepped.
What could I tell that you could not imagine.
Mi homeland, my flag, my second skin.
The place I want to return to... her mouth, oh, oh, her mouth.

Submitted by mario.rodriguezgonzalez.9 on Thu, 14/02/2013 - 19:50
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