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Translation
The Purse
I'd love to give you, baby
A trip to the moon
To make all that you wish for
Come true
And to be your ray of light
In the black night
To let you have the things that I
Never could
I long even more, my sweetheart
Than to be the subsistence for your life
And the nice fragrance
For your skin
Now my hopes
Are waning
And today you ask me to buy you
A Cartier watch
I give you my sun
Heat of a new day
And a song
That's like water to drink
I give you my bread
That's dipped in coffee
I give you the salt that the sea
Has left in my skin
I long even more, my dear
Than to pick you up in a new car
And always see you in the latest style
Paris, New York
Even though I want to
I just can't make it
And I still own on that purse
From Christian Dior
I give you my God
A kiss in the evening
And a song
That's like water to drink
I give you my peace
A child that's about to be born
I give you the salt that the sea
Has left in my skin
I give you my sun
I give you my bread
I give you my peace
I give you my God
I give you my salt (x2)
I give you my God
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Carlos Vives: Top 3
| 1. | La bicicleta |
| 2. | Robarte un beso |
| 3. | Volví a nacer |
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