Enrique Iglesias - Bambola Crudele
UN GIORNO IN PI⌦㐹㘹഻䌀䠀䔀 吀唀 一伀一 匀䔀䤀 䌀伀一 䴀䔀
NON MI CONCENTRO
E PENSO SOLO A TE
DEVO PIANTARLA
SE NO CHE VITA ⌦㔹㈶഻嘀伀䰀吀䄀吀䤀 䔀 䜀唀䄀刀䐀䄀
LA CONFUSIONE
CHE C'E
SE QUI C'E MIO CORPO
COSA NE FACCIO SE IL TUO CORPO NON C'E
SE QUI C'E UN RICORDO
CHE SOGNO ABBRACCIO AL MATTINO ALLE TRE?
SE QUI C'E IL MIO NOME
SU QUALE BOCAA AVR⌦㐹㈹※䰀䄀 匀吀䔀匀匀䄀 䤀刀伀一䤀䄀
CHE FA CAPIRE ANCHE AL VENTO
QUANTO CRUDELE SIA
LA BAMBOLA MIA
SE QUI C'E IL MIO SANGUE
PER COSA ⌦㔹㈶※倀刀伀一吀伀 匀䔀 一伀一 䌀✀䔀 䜀䔀䰀伀匀䤀䄀
RACCONTAMI A CHI LO RACCONTO
QUANTO CRUDELE SIA
LA BAMBOLA MIA
PIOVE PER NOIEnrique Iglesias - Bambola Crudele - http://motolyrics.com/enrique-iglesias/bambola-crudele-lyrics-english-translation.html
PIOVE SUL NOSTRO ADDIO
MA COME VEDI
MI BAGNO SOLO IO
VENGO A CERCARTI
CON L'ANIMA IN APNEA
SENTIRSI PERSI
GUARDA I DISASTRI CHE CREA
SE QUI C'E MIO CORPO
COSA NE FACCIO SE IL TUO CORPO NON C'E
SE QUI C'E UN RICORDO
CHE SOGNO ABBRACCIO AL MATTINO ALLE TRE?
SE QUI C'E IL MIO NOME
SU QUALE BOCAA AVR⌦㐹㈹※䰀䄀 匀吀䔀匀匀䄀 䤀刀伀一䤀䄀
CHE FA CAPIRE ANCHE AL VENTO
QUANTO CRUDELE SIA
LA BAMBOLA MIA
SE QUI C'E IL MIO SANGUE
PER COSA ⌦㔹㈶※倀刀伀一吀伀 匀䔀 一伀一 䌀✀䔀 䜀䔀䰀伀匀䤀䄀
RACCONTAMI A CHI LO RACCONTO
QUANTO CRUDELE SIA
LA BAMBOLA MIA
Enrique Iglesias - Cruel baby doll (English translation)
CRUEL BABY DOLL
Another day
When you're not here with me
I can't focus on anything
I think only at you
I have to lay it off
If not, what's the meaning of life
Turn around and look
At this confusion.
If my body is here,
What do I do if your body is not here too?
If here is a memory,
What dream will I embrace in the morning at three o'clock?
If here is my name,
On which lips will it have the same irony?
Even the wind understood
How cruel my baby doll
Can be.
If here is my blood,
For what it's ready if there's no jealousy?
Tell me to whom I'll tell
How cruel my baby doll
Can be.
It's raining on us,
It's raining on our farewell,
But as you see
Only I'm wet.
I'm coming to search for you,
With my soul in an apnea,Enrique Iglesias - Bambola Crudele - http://motolyrics.com/enrique-iglesias/bambola-crudele-lyrics-english-translation.html
Feeling lost
Look at the disasters that it creates.
If my body is here,
What do I do if your body is not here too?
If here is a memory,
What dream will I embrace in the morning at three o'clock?
If here is my name,
On which lips will it have the same irony?
Even the wind understood
How cruel my baby doll
Can be.
If here is my blood,
For what it's ready if there's no jealousy?
Tell me to whom I'll tell
How cruel my baby doll
Can be.
If my body is here,
What do I do if your body is not here too?
If here is a memory,
What dream will I embrace in the morning at three o'clock?
If here is my name,
On which lips will it have the same irony?
Even the wind understood
How cruel my baby doll
Can be.
If here is my blood,
For what it's ready if there's no jealousy?
Tell me to whom I'll tell
How cruel my baby doll
Can be.