Qué bien le sientan los oros - David DeMaria

Que bien le sientan los oros

A esa carita morena

Que se despierta hasta el aire

Pa acariciar su melena

Que bien le sienta cantarse pa quedarse bien dormida

A esa carita que cambia mi pena por alegría

Que bien le sienta el vestido

Y sus rabillos de plata

Que hasta las musas se posan

En el vuelo de su falda

Que bien le sienta cantarse pa quedarse bien dormida

A esa carita que cambia mi pena por alegría

Y se conocen

Las parejitas no pierden el tiempo

Y se conocen

Ya se conocen

Y se conocen

Y se conocen

Las parejitas no pierden el tiempo

Y se conocen

Ya se conocen

Y ronronean, ronean, ronean

Y ronronearán

Y ronronean, ronean, ronean

Y ronronearán

Que bien le sientan los oros

A esa carita morena

Que se despierta hasta el aire

Pa acariciar su melena

Esa carita morena es pa romperse la camisa

O pa coger la guitarra y escuchar al maestro de Algeciras

Y ronronean, ronean, ronean

Y ronronean, ronean, ronean

Y se conocen

Las parejitas no pierden el tiempo

Y se conocen

Ya se conocen

Y se conocen

Y se conocen

Las parejitas no pierden el tiempo

Y se conocen

Ya se conocen

Y ronronean, ronean, ronean

Y ronronearán

Y ronronean, ronean, ronean

Y ronronearán

Y ronronean, ronean, ronean

Y ronronearán

Que bien le sientan los oros

Y ronronean, ronean, ronean

A esa carita morena

Y ronronean, ronean, ronean

Como le sienta

De Santiago a la plazuela

La gitanita ronronea

Y ronronean, ronean, ronean

Que bien le sientan, que vuela

Cómo lo lleva

Y ronronean, ronean, ronean

Ron ron, ronronean

De Santiago a la plazuela

De Santiago a la plazuela

Y yo me corto la camisa

La gitanita ronronea

De Santiago a la plazuela

How good the golds suit you

To that little brown face

That she wakes up to the air

To caress her mane

That it feels good for her to sing to herself to fall asleep

To that little face that changes my sorrow for joy

How well the dress suits you

And its silver tails

That even the muses pose

In the flight of her skirt

How good it feels to sing to yourself to fall asleep

To that little face that changes my sorrow for joy

and they know each other

Couples don't waste time

and they know each other

They already know each other

and they know each other

and they know each other

Couples don't waste time

and they know each other

They already know each other

And they purr, they purr, they purr

and they will purr

And they purr, they purr, they purr

and they will purr

How good the golds suit you

To that little brown face

That wakes up to the air

To caress her mane

That little brown face is for breaking your shirt

Or to pick up the guitar and listen to the maestro from Algeciras

And they purr, they purr, they purr

And they purr, they purr, they purr

and they know each other

Couples don't waste time

and they know each other

They already know each other

and they know each other

and they know each other

Couples don't waste time

and they know each other

They already know each other

And they purr, they purr, they purr

and they will purr

And they purr, they purr, they purr

and they will purr

And they purr, they purr, they purr

and they will purr

How good the golds suit you

And they purr, they purr, they purr

To that little brown face

And they purr, they purr, they purr

how do you feel

From Santiago to the square

The gypsy purrs

And they purr, they purr, they purr

How good they feel, that flies

how do you wear it

And they purr, they purr, they purr

Rum rum, they purr

From Santiago to the square

From Santiago to the square

And I cut off my shirt

The gypsy purrs

From Santiago to the square