Confesion - Angeles De La Bachata

Señor permita que le cuente

Lo que me esta pasando ahora

Me enamore de una princesa

Que se ha robado mi alma

Y ya no se que hacer

Me desperté de madrugada

Y le escribí unos tres poemas

Que hablaban de su mirada

Como nadie hizo jamas

Se hizo dueña de mi alma

De mis sueños de mis ojos

Se que se ha negado que la tenga que mirar

Se que ella también me quiere

Pero lo que mas me duele es que

Nos veamos a escondías

Siempre y cuando uste no esta

Y cuando uste esta presente

Tengo ganas de besarla

Pero se me hace imposible

Y le tengo que confesar…

((que hoy))

Quiero sentarme con ella

Leerle nuestros poemas

Sentir como ella me quiere

Que importa que alguien se entere

Que esto es amor!

Y de testigo esta Dios

Si ella me llama la llamo

Si no lo hace igual lo hago

Que uste o me entiende

Por favor métase en su mente

Que esto es amor y de testigo esta dios

Señor déjeme confesarle

Que yo no soy ningún cobarde

Y que mi confesión de hombre

De ello yo e venido a hablarle

Señor permita que le explique

Que pasa con mis sentimientos

Es que la amo con la vida

Es mi única salida

Y que no estoy mintiendo

Quiero sentarme con ella

Leerle nuestros poemas s

Sentir como ella me quiere

Que importa que alguien

Se entere que esto es amor

Y de testigo esta dios!

Estoy hablando de su hija, de su hija!

Si ella me llama la llamo

Si no lo hace igual lo hago

Siento que uste o me entiende

Por favor merase en su mente

Que esto es amor y de testigo esta Dios…

Lord allow me to tell you

what is happening to me now

I fell in love with a princess

that my soul has been stolen

And I do not know what to do anymore

I woke up at dawn

And I wrote him about three poems

that spoke of his look

Like no one ever did

She became the owner of my soul

From my dreams from my eyes

I know that she has refused that I have to look at her

I know she loves me too

But what hurts me the most is that

Let's meet secretly

As long as you're not

And when you are present

I want to kiss her

But she makes it impossible for me

And I have to confess…

((what, today))

I want to sit with her

Read our poems

feel how she loves me

What does it matter if someone finds out

That this is love!

And as a witness is God

If she calls me I call her

If she doesn't do it, I'll do it anyway.

that you or understand me

please her get into her mind

That this is love and God is a witness

Lord let me confess

That I am not a coward

And that my man confession

I have come to talk to you about it

Lord allow me to explain

what about my feelings

Is that I love her with life

It's my only way out

And that I'm not lying

I want to sit with her

Read you our poems

feel how she loves me

What does it matter if someone

He found out that this is love

And God is a witness!

I'm talking about her daughter of her, her daughter of her!

If she calls me I call her

If she doesn't do it, I'll do it anyway.

I feel that you do not understand me

Please get into your mind

That this is love and God is a witness...