Mora - Jose El Frances

Sabes que las palabras se las lleva el aire

Que las mías se las lleven hasta tu calle

Si es que para cada uno hay un papel

El tuyo de amarme

Te sienta bien

Y sea lo que siento tengo

Que llamarle por su nombre, yo no sé

Las ilusiones nuevas no se pierden

Morir en estas cadenas de mar y nieve

Si la llama que encendimos no se apaga

Siempre estaré bebiendo en tus dulces aguas

Y si un día el mismo aire

Te trae y lleva mis palabras

Ayy ayy se apagará

(ESTRIBILLO)

Mora, mora, vente conmigo, conmigo

A la recama, recama de olivo

Mora, mora, vente conmigo, conmigo

A la recama, recama del olivo

Si has tenido sentimiento

No me engañas

Un camino de felicidad, me llama

A mi la pasión me ha llevao a la locura

Buscaré yo el equilibrio, tu dulzura

Me tragaré tu sonrisa

De caricias, de ternura

Ayy ayy de ternuraaa

(ESTRIBILLO)

Mora, mora, vente conmigo, conmigo

A la recama, recama de olivo

Mora, mora, vente conmigo, conmigo

A la recama, recama del olivo

You know that the words are carried away by the air

Let mine take them to your street

If for each one there is a role

Yours of loving me

it suits you

And whatever I feel I have

What to call her by her name, I don't know

New illusions are not lost

Dying in these chains of sea and snow

If the flame we lit doesn't go out

I'll always be drinking in your sweet waters

And if one day the same air

Bring you and carry my words

Ayy ayy it will go out

(CHORUS)

Mora, mora, come with me, with me

To the bed, olive bed

Mora, mora, come with me, with me

To the bed, olive bed

If you've had feeling

You do not fool me

A path of happiness, it calls me

Passion has led me to madness

I will look for the balance, your sweetness

I will swallow your smile

Of caresses, of tenderness

Ayy ayy of tenderness

(CHORUS)

Mora, mora, come with me, with me

To the bed, olive bed

Mora, mora, come with me, with me

To the bed, olive bed