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Translation
The Purse
I'd love to give you, my baby
A trip to the moon
That all you wish for
Could be so
And to be your ray of light
In the dark night
For you to have all of the things that I
Never could
I long even more, my sweetheart
To be the subsistence for your life
And to be the fine fragrance
For your skin
Already my hopes
Are waning
And today you ask me to buy you
A Cartier watch
I give you my sun
Heat of a new dawn
And a song
That is like drinking water
I give you my bread
That is dipped in the coffee
I give you the salt that the sea
Has left on my skin
I long even more, my love
To pick you up in a new car
And to always see you in the latest fashion
Paris - New York
But as much as I want to
I just don't have enough
And I still own on that purse
From Christian Dior
I give you my God
A kiss at sunset
And a song
That is like drinking water
I give you my peace
A boy that's about to be born
I give you the salt that the sea
Has left on 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
Sbd✕
Carlos Vives: Top 3
| 1. | La bicicleta |
| 2. | Robarte un beso |
| 3. | Volví a nacer |
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