Me Enamoré
Me enamoré
De un tipo que parece tonto
Y no lo es
No es un modelo de hugo boss
Pero modela para mí
Toda su ropa interior
Me enamoré
De alguien que no usa perfume
Y huele bien
No es un amante de novelas
Pero me entrega su amor
Sin escenas ni guión
No tiene cabellera hermosa
No es un metrosexual
De la prensa rosa
Porque yo , me enamoré
De un tipo que
No me ha dado flores ni una vez.
Pero llenó de primaveras ,
Toda esta casa vacia
No quiero rosas que arrancaras
Que el tiempo ha de marchitar
Prefiero estar contigo
Y convertir todos los meses en abril
Me enamoré ,
De alquien que cree que
El matrimonio es un papel
De alquién que se queja por todo,
Pero me da la razón,
Sin pedir explicación.
No quiere ver,
Que existe un dios
Que puede mucho más que él,
Pero me lleva al paraiso,
Cuando hacemos el amor.
No tiene cabellera hermosa,
No es un metrosexual
De la prensa rosa
Me enamoré,
De un tipo que
No me ha dado flores ni una vez
Pero llenó de primavera,
Toda esta casa vacía
No quiero rosas que arrancaras
Que el tiempo ha de marchitar
Prefiero estar contigo
Y convertir todos los meses en abril.
(ah ah ,
Uh uh ,
Ah ah)
Me enamoré,
De un tipo que
No me ha dado flores ni una vez
Pero llenó de primavera, toda esta casa vacia
No quiero rosas que arrancaras
Que el tiempo ha de marchitar
Prefiero estar contigo
Y convertir todos los meses en abril.
I Fell in Love
I fell in love
With a guy who seems dumb
And he's not
He's not a Hugo Boss model
But he models for me
All his underwear
I fell in love
With someone who doesn't wear cologne
And smells good
He's not a fan of novels
But he gives me his love
Without scenes or script
He doesn't have beautiful hair
He's not a metrosexual
From the tabloids
Because I fell in love
With a guy who
Hasn't given me flowers even once
But filled with springs,
This empty house
I don't want roses that you would pick
That time will wither
I prefer to be with you
And turn every month into April
I fell in love,
With someone who thinks
Marriage is just a piece of paper
Someone who complains about everything,
But agrees with me,
Without asking for an explanation
He doesn't want to see,
That there's a god
Who can do much more than him,
But he takes me to paradise,
When we make love
He doesn't have beautiful hair,
He's not a metrosexual
From the tabloids
I fell in love,
With a guy who
Hasn't given me flowers even once
But filled with spring,
This empty house
I don't want roses that you would pick
That time will wither
I prefer to be with you
And turn every month into April
(ah ah ,
Uh uh ,
Ah ah)
I fell in love,
With a guy who
Hasn't given me flowers even once
But filled with spring, this empty house
I don't want roses that you would pick
That time will wither
I prefer to be with you
And turn every month into April.