Bellas - Anthony "El Mayimbe" Santos, Romeo Santos

¡Ay mama!

Llevo tu Mayimbe otra vez

Una bachata

Color dorado, mami

Es el ser más especial, maravilloso

Tan sublime como el cielo misterioso

Dios le dio su bendición con la hermosura

Y ese don de hechizarnos con locura

No hay hombre que las resista

Si se dan a la conquista

De querernos atrapar

Hechas de una costillita

Siendo yo estaría dispuesto

A darles mi espina dorsal

Son tan bellas

No es que sea un hombre promiscuo

Pero deben de entender

Son tan bellas

Si fueran fruta prohibida

Caería a su merced

No deben juzgar a Adán

El pecado del placer

¿Quién no muerde una manzana

Por amar a una mujer?

Son tan bellas

Nadie e' santo en el Jardín del Edén

Ay, ay-ay-ay, yeah

¡Ay, mami!

¡Ay, mami!

Pero qué tú te piensa', hijo mío

Ellas son como una joya prestigiosa

Si te aman, maestría religiosa

Las consiento y me gasto una fortuna

Si me piden una estrella o la luna

No hay hombre que las resista

Si se dan a la conquista

De querernos atrapar

Hechas de una costillita

Siendo yo estaría dispuesto

A darles mi espina dorsal

Son tan bellas

No es que sea un hombre promiscuo

Pero deben de entender

Son tan bellas

Si fueran fruta prohibida

Caería a su merced

No deben juzgar Adán

El pecado del placer

¿Quién no muerde una manzana

Por amar a una mujer?

Son tan bellas

Nadie e' santo en el Jardín del Edén

(¡Ay!)

Arribita ese feeling

Maldito sentimiento

El Mayimbe

Son tan bellas

No es que sea un hombre promiscuo

Pero deben de entender

Son tan bellas

Si fueran fruta prohibida

Caería a su merced

No deben juzgar Adán

El pecado del placer

¿Quién no muerde una manzana

Por amar a una mujer?

Son tan bellas

Nadie e' santo en el Jardín del Edén

Te quiero

Ow mom!

I carry your Mayimbe again

a bachata

Color gold, mommy

It is the most special, wonderful being

As sublime as the mysterious sky

God gave his blessing of him with the beauty

And that gift of bewitching us with madness

There is no man who resists them

If they give themselves to conquest

Of wanting to catch us

Made from a rib

Being me I would be willing

To give them my backbone

They are so beautiful

It's not that he's a promiscuous man

But they must understand

They are so beautiful

If they were forbidden fruit

I would fall at their mercy

They must not judge Adam

The sin of pleasure

Who doesn't bite into an apple

For loving a woman?

They are so beautiful

No one is holy in the Garden of Eden

Oh, oh-oh-oh, yeah

Oh mommy!

Oh mommy!

But what do you think ', my son

They are like a prestigious jewel

If they love you, religious mastery

I pamper them and spend a fortune

If they ask me for a star or the moon

There is no man who resists them

If they give themselves to conquest

Of wanting to catch us

Made from a rib

Being me I would be willing

To give them my backbone

They are so beautiful

It's not that I'm a promiscuous man

But they must understand

They are so beautiful

If they were forbidden fruit

I would fall at their mercy

They must not judge Adam

The sin of pleasure

Who doesn't bite into an apple

For loving a woman?

They are so beautiful

No one is holy in the Garden of Eden

(Oh!)

Arribita that feeling

Damn feeling

The Mayimbe

They are so beautiful

It's not that I'm a promiscuous man

But they must understand

They are so beautiful

If they were forbidden fruit

I would fall at their mercy

They must not judge Adam

The sin of pleasure

Who doesn't bite into an apple

For loving a woman?

They are so beautiful

No one is holy in the Garden of Eden

I love you