Fantasía - Elvis Crespo

Ese que escribe versos

Repletos de verano

Estando en primavera

Ese soy yo

Y esa linda camelia

Que se quedo sin alma

Que no comprende nada

Eres sin duda tú

Ese que por ser bueno

Lo tiran a la nada

Y que no cree en la fama

Ese soy yo

Esa de ojitos negros

Y que se cree la dueña

De todas las miradas

No entenderá el amor

Que diferente sería mi vida si me quisieras

Y que tus labios me dieran toda tu juventud

Y me dejaras cambiarte un poco y hacerte buena

Entonces sí gustaría los ojos que tienes tú

Porque tú sabes que tienes preciosa

Un atractivo que rinde a los hombres

Que no resisten tus ojos, tu boca

Y se someten a tus condiciones

Por que derrochas amores y lujos

Por que provocas tantos desengaños

Por que es muy triste vivir de apariencias

Porque mujer que no quiere a ninguno

Le mostraran mil fracasos los años

Si se te van esos años

En fantasías placenteras

Si se te van esos años

En fantasías placenteras

Se tornarán tus placeres en llanto

Y tu sonrisa en quimeras

Se tornarán tus placeres en llanto

Y tu sonrisa en quimeras

Aprieta, a a a aprieta

Salta al medio que voy sin freno

Por la cuenta de la pachanga

Ese que escribe versos en verano

Ese soy yo

Y la linda camelia

Eres sin duda tú

La que te vuelve loquito con besitos

La que me vuelve loquito con cariñito

Con cariñito

Con besitos

Tú tienes truquitos, lo sabes que tú, tú, tú

Eres sin duda tú

Tú eres la nena que me vuelve loco (eres sin duda tú)

Tú lo sabes que eres tú, tú (eres sin duda tú)

The one who writes verses

packed with summer

being in spring

That's me

And that pretty camellia

that was left without a soul

that does not understand anything

It is without a doubt you

that for being good

They throw it into nothing

And who doesn't believe in fame

That's me

That one with black eyes

And that the owner is believed

of all eyes

You won't understand love

How different my life would be if you loved me

And that your lips gave me all your youth

And will you let me change you a little and make you good

Then yes I would like the eyes that you have

Because you know that you have precious

An attractiveness that renders men

That your eyes, your mouth cannot resist

And they submit to your conditions

Why do you waste love and luxuries

Why do you cause so many disappointments?

Because it is very sad to live on appearances

Because woman who does not love anyone

The years will show you a thousand failures

If those years are gone

in pleasant fantasies

If those years are gone

in pleasant fantasies

Your pleasures will turn into tears

And your smile in chimeras

Your pleasures will turn into tears

And your smile in chimeras

Squeeze, s-squeeze

Jump to the middle that I go without brake

On the account of the pachanga

The one who writes verses in summer

That's me

And the pretty camellia

It is without a doubt you

The one that drives you crazy with little kisses

The one that drives me crazy with love

With love

with little kisses

You have little tricks, you know that you, you, you

It is without a doubt you

You are the girl that drives me crazy (it's definitely you)

You know it's you, you (it's definitely you)