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Beautiful Song (feat. Ricky Martin)

Carlos Vives

Canción Bonita (part. Ricky Martin)

Tengo en una libreta tantas canciones
Tiene tu nombre y tengo razones
Para buscarte y volverte a hablar (volverte a hablar)

Dice en esa libreta, sin más razones
La hora y la fecha y dos corazones
Y dice calle San Sebastián

Y si tengo que escoger
Me quedo, me quedo contigo
Y si yo vuelvo a San Juan
Yo bailo, yo bailo contigo

Y si te tengo que olvidar
Tú sabes que no va a pasar
Y si te vuelvo a ver
Me quedo, me quedo, me quedo, me quedo, me quedo contigo

Contigo desde Alaska a Buenos Aires
Contigo desde Londres hasta Nueva York
Maldito castigo, le grito al aire
Si yo sé que contigo siempre estoy mejor

Tengo en mi libreta esa canción boricua
Esa que escribí pensando en tu boquita
Yo quiero bailarla bien apretadita
Carita con carita, cosita rica

Tengo en mi libreta esa canción bonita
La que siempre, siempre fue tu favorita
La que siempre, siempre mueve tu boquita

Y si tengo que escoger
Me quedo, me quedo contigo
Y si yo vuelvo a San Juan
Yo bailo, yo bailo contigo

Y si te tengo que olvidar
Tú sabes que no va a pasar
Y si te vuelvo a ver
Me quedo, me quedo, me quedo, me quedo, me quedo contigo

Guardo en una libreta de direcciones
Tu nombre escrito y unas canciones
Y siento ganas de irte a buscar, oh-oh

Dice en esa libreta, sin más razones
La hora y la fecha y dos corazones
Y dice calle San Sebastián

Y si tengo que escoger
Me quedo, me quedo contigo
Y si yo vuelvo a San Juan
Yo bailo, yo bailo contigo

Y si te tengo que olvidar
Tú sabes que no va a pasar
Y si te vuelvo a ver
Me quedo, me quedo, me quedo, me quedo, me quedo contigo

Me quedo, me quedo, me quedo contigo

Tengo en mi libreta esa canción boricua
Esa que escribí pensando en tu boquita
Yo quiero bailarla bien apretadita
Me quedo, me quedo, me quedo contigo

Tengo en mi libreta esa canción bonita
La que siempre, siempre fue tu favorita
La que siempre, siempre mueve tu boquita
Me quedo, me quedo, me quedo contigo

Beautiful Song (feat. Ricky Martin)

I have so many songs in a notebook
It has your name and I have reasons
To look for you and talk to you again (talk to you again)

It says in that notebook, without more reasons
The time and date and two hearts
And it says San Sebastián street

And if I have to choose
I stay, I stay with you
And if I return to San Juan
I dance, I dance with you

And if I have to forget you
You know it's not going to happen
And if I see you again
I stay, I stay, I stay, I stay, I stay with you

With you from Alaska to Buenos Aires
With you from London to New York
Damn punishment, I shout to the air
If I know that with you I'm always better

I have in my notebook that Puerto Rican song
That I wrote thinking about your little mouth
I want to dance it tightly
Face to face, delicious thing

I have in my notebook that beautiful song
The one that always, always was your favorite
The one that always, always moves your little mouth

And if I have to choose
I stay, I stay with you
And if I return to San Juan
I dance, I dance with you

And if I have to forget you
You know it's not going to happen
And if I see you again
I stay, I stay, I stay, I stay, I stay with you

I keep in an address book
Your name written and some songs
And I feel like going to look for you, oh-oh

It says in that notebook, without more reasons
The time and date and two hearts
And it says San Sebastián street

And if I have to choose
I stay, I stay with you
And if I return to San Juan
I dance, I dance with you

And if I have to forget you
You know it's not going to happen
And if I see you again
I stay, I stay, I stay, I stay, I stay with you

I stay, I stay, I stay with you

I have in my notebook that Puerto Rican song
That I wrote thinking about your little mouth
I want to dance it tightly
I stay, I stay, I stay with you

I have in my notebook that beautiful song
The one that always, always was your favorite
The one that always, always moves your little mouth
I stay, I stay, I stay with you

Escrita por: Andrés Torres / Carlos Vives / Mauricio Rengifo / Rafa Arcaute / Ricky Martin