No Me Pidas Que Te Bese Porque Te Besaré - Macaco

No me pidas que te mire porque te miraré

No me pidas que me acerque porque me acercaré

No me pidas que te toque porque te tocaré

No Me Pidas Que Te Bese Porque Te Besaré

Propongo mirarnos pa' dentro,

Pequeña gran revolución.

Tan lejos, tan cerca

Estúpida contradicción.

Distintas formas de querer,

Mismas formas de amar.

No hay reglas,

No hay patrón.

No se hicieron algo atrás

Parente de ti depende que la vida

Te contamine o te alimente

(Dale primo, bésala, ¡vamos ya!)

No me pidas que te mire porque te miraré

No me pidas que me acerque porque me acercaré

No me pidas que te toque porque te tocaré

No Me Pidas Que Te Bese Porque Te Besaré (Eso, ¡bésala!)

Cierro los ojos,

Aparente oscuridad.

Hoy se asoma linda claridad.

Tesoro escondido,

Curandero divino,

Enséñame la verdad.

Remedio, guitarra en mano,

Melodía buscando vitaminas pa’l soñar.

Y no es de unos pocos,

Ni de unos muchos,

Ni de otros tantos,

Todos tenemos algo que cantar.

Everybody knows music (right, right)

Algo que cantar

Everybody knows music (right, right)

(Merci à Gaëtan pour cettes paroles)

Don't ask me to look at you because I will look at you

Don't ask me to get close cause I'll get close

Don't ask me to touch you because I will touch you

Don't Ask Me To Kiss You Because I'll Kiss You

I propose to look inside us,

Little big revolution.

so far so close

Stupid contradiction.

Different ways of wanting,

Same ways of loving.

No rules,

There is no pattern.

They didn't do something back

Parente of you depends that life

I pollute you or feed you

(Come on cousin, kiss her, come on now!)

Don't ask me to look at you because I will look at you

Don't ask me to get close cause I'll get close

Don't ask me to touch you because I will touch you

Don't Ask Me To Kiss You Because I'll Kiss You (Yes, kiss her!)

I close my eyes,

apparent darkness.

Today beautiful clarity appears.

Hidden treasure,

divine healer,

Teach me the truth.

Remedy, guitar in hand,

Melody looking for vitamins to dream.

And it is not of a few,

Nor of a few,

Nor of many others,

We all have something to sing.

Everybody knows music (right, right)

something to sing

Everybody knows music (right, right)

(Merci à Gaëtan pour cettes paroles)