Luz Negra
El M
Te vi bailando
Raspando el cemento de la plaza de mi barrio
Tus vueltas cautivaban la mirada de unos cuanto'
Tal vez yo era uno más, pero deseé que fueras mía
Mientras escribía que
Quiero besarte en la cama, desnuda o con ropa
Y cantarte poesías de esas que te escribo para vos no más
Y hacer el amor solo con vos
Mirada penetrante parece Medusa
Movimiento de morocha y cara de U.S.A
No vi ni tu blusa por tu cara hermosa
Y sé que no es excusa
Pero es que con vos sentí algo que no había sentido
En la noche mis sueño son solo contigo
En mi panza dejaste un lindo cosquilleo
Y en mi mente un tema que aún no termino
Solo te sería infiel con la luna
Pero ni siquiera no tiene tu estilo
No tiene tu estilo (El M)
Te vi bailando
Raspando el cemento de la plaza de mi barrio
Tus vueltas cautivaban la mirada de unos cuantos
Tal vez yo era uno más, pero deseé que fueras mía
Mientras escribía que
Quiero besarte en la cama, desnuda o con ropa
Y cantarte poesías de esas que te escribo para vos no más
Y hacer el amor solo con vos
Mirada penetrante parece Medusa
Movimiento de morocha y cara de USA
No vi ni tu blusa por tu cara hermosa
Y sé que no es excusa
Black Light
The M
I saw you dancing
Scraping the cement of the square in my neighborhood
Your turns captivated the gaze of quite a few
Maybe I was just another one, but I wished you were mine
While I was writing that
I want to kiss you in bed, naked or clothed
And sing you poems, those poems I write just for you
And to make love only with you
Her piercing gaze resembles Medusa's
Brunette's movement and American face
I didn't even see your blouse because of your beautiful face
And I know that's no excuse
But with you I felt something I'd never felt before
At night my dreams are only about you
You left a lovely tickle in my tummy
And in my mind, a topic I haven't finished yet
I would only be unfaithful to you with the Moon
But it doesn't even have your style
It doesn't have your style (The M)
I saw you dancing
Scraping the cement of the square in my neighborhood
Your turns captivated the gaze of a few
Maybe I was just another one, but I wished you were mine
While I was writing that
I want to kiss you in bed, naked or clothed
And sing you poems, those poems I write just for you
And to make love only with you
Her piercing gaze resembles Medusa's
Brunette's movement and American face
I didn't even see your blouse because of your beautiful face
And I know that's no excuse