Bájale - Edith Márquez

Bájale, bájale, bájale

Que el amor no se improvisa

Y a veces por ir corriendo

Se pierde hasta la camisa

Si quieres ganar mis besos tendrás que perder la prisa

Bájale, bájale, bájale

Para que el amor nos dure

Hay que darlo de a poquito

Para no hacerlo costumbre

Ni tanto que queme al santo ni tanto que no lo alumbre

No por mucho madrugar

Amanece más temprano

Me vas a desesperar si te andas desesperando

No te canses de esperar

Ni te andes alborotando

Que si algo te voy a dar

Yo voy a decirte cuando

Bájale, bájale, bájale

Despacio que llevo prisa

Si ganas mis sentimientos también ganarás mi vida

Pero vete despacito

O te doy la despedida

Put it down, put it down, put it down

That love is not improvised

And sometimes to go running

You lose even your shirt

If you want to win my kisses you will have to lose the rush

Put it down, put it down, put it down

For love to last us

You have to give it little by little

To not make it habit

Neither so much that it burns the saint nor so much that it does not illuminate it

Not for very early

wake up earlier

You're going to make me desperate if you're getting desperate

Don't get tired of waiting

Don't even get excited

That if I'm going to give you something

I'm going to tell you when

Put it down, put it down, put it down

Slowly I'm in a hurry

If you win my feelings you will also win my life

but go slowly

Or I bid you farewell