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It's Getting Late

Boquitas Pintada

Se Hace Noche

Se hace noche,
y tengo que llegar temprano
no quiero separarme de tu lado
pero el tiempo me lo están contando

Y se hace noche,
el sol ya sé esta ocultando
yo ya me estoy desesperando
pero el tiempo se me pasa volando

Y se hace noche,
y siento que me llaman en casa
me imagino a mi perro que ladra
porque mi madre
se ha salido a buscarme en bata

Y se hace noche
(sí, se hace noche)
y hoy no pienso regresar temprano
(sí, se hace noche sí)
hoy quiero escaparme
contigo a bailar ...

Bajo la luz
de un farol
solos inventando
canciones de amor

Y se hace noche
(sí, se hace noche)
y hoy no pienso regresar temprano
(sí, se hace noche sí)
hoy quiero escaparme
contigo a bailar...

Bajo mil estrellas
sintiéndome yo la mas bella
que importa si mañana
me regañan bha!

Y se hace noche,
y siento que me llaman en casa
me imagino a mi perro que ladra
porque mi madre
se ha salido a buscarme en bata

Y se hace noche
(sí, se hace noche)
y hoy no pienso regresar temprano
(sí, se hace noche sí)
hoy quiero escaparme
contigo a bailar ...

solos inventando
canciones de amor

Y se hace noche
(sí, se hace noche)
y hoy no pienso regresar temprano
(sí, se hace noche sí)
hoy quiero escaparme
contigo a bailar...

Bajo mil estrellas
sintiéndome yo la mas bella
que importa si mañana
me regañan bha!

(sí, se hace noche
sí, se hace noche sí)

Y se hace noche
(sí, se hace noche)
y hoy no pienso regresar temprano ¡no!

It's Getting Late

It's getting late,
and I have to get home early
I don't want to leave your side
but time is counting down on me.

And it's getting late,
the sun is already hiding away
I'm starting to feel desperate
but time is flying by.

And it's getting late,
and I feel like they're calling me at home
I picture my dog barking
because my mom
has gone out looking for me in her robe.

And it's getting late
(yeah, it's getting late)
and I don't plan on coming home early
(yeah, it's getting late, yeah)
today I want to sneak away
with you to dance...

Under the light
of a streetlamp
just us inventing
love songs.

And it's getting late
(yeah, it's getting late)
and I don't plan on coming home early
(yeah, it's getting late, yeah)
today I want to sneak away
with you to dance...

Under a thousand stars
feeling like I'm the most beautiful one
who cares if tomorrow
I get scolded, ha!

And it's getting late,
and I feel like they're calling me at home
I picture my dog barking
because my mom
has gone out looking for me in her robe.

And it's getting late
(yeah, it's getting late)
and I don't plan on coming home early
(yeah, it's getting late, yeah)
today I want to sneak away
with you to dance...

just us inventing
love songs.

And it's getting late
(yeah, it's getting late)
and I don't plan on coming home early
(yeah, it's getting late, yeah)
today I want to sneak away
with you to dance...

Under a thousand stars
feeling like I'm the most beautiful one
who cares if tomorrow
I get scolded, ha!

(yeah, it's getting late
yeah, it's getting late, yeah)

And it's getting late
(yeah, it's getting late)
and I don't plan on coming home early, no!

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