Besos - Rosana

Estrofa 1:

Sentada a solas piensas con melancolía

Que el beso es el contacto entre carne y fantasía

Que sus besos y mentiras no soportas

Y que hay labios tan finos que en vez de besar, cortan

El siempre te traía fresas

Y un mundo nace cuando dos almas se besan

El beso, es una forma de plática

En donde cada labio tiene la función gramática

Y el era de los mejores

Como daba besos lentos, le duraban los amores

Lo bueno del tiempo es que cura las heridas

Lo contrario de los besos pues nos pierden la vida

De tus experiencias, es la cuarta

Solo es el destino quien baraja tus cartas

El primer beso no vino de sus labios

Sino con su mirada y hablándote despacio

Coro:

Besos… Besos destinados

Besos… Besos mal intencionados

Besos… Besos que han sonrojado

Y que enfrían el ambiente como si hubiera nevado.

(x2)

Estrofa 2:

El beso, es un truco encantado

Cuando en las palabras no se encuentra un resultado

En un beso el sabrá lo que has callado

Y un beso legal nunca valdrá como un robado

¿Y te recuerdas del primero?

Es tan memorable cual catorce de Febrero

Hay besos perfumados, besos tibios

Pero hay besos obligados que te recuerdan martirios

La magia del primer amor consiste

En la ignorancia de que nunca tenga fin.

Te convenciste

De sus besos y mentiras sin sentido

Hay que tener buena memoria después de haber mentido

El te enseño a besar los besos fríos

Cada uno de ellos insensibles como roca

Yo te enseñé a besar con besos míos

Inventados por mí, sensibles para tu boca

Coro:

Besos… Besos destinados

Besos… Besos mal intencionados

Besos… Besos que han sonrojado

Y que enfrían el ambiente como si hubiera nevado.

(x2)

Puente:

Sentada a solas piensas con melancolía

Que el beso es el contacto entre carne y fantasía

Que sus besos y mentiras no soportas

Y que hay labios tan finos que en vez de besar, cortan

La magia del primer amor consiste

En la ignorancia de que nunca tenga fin.

Te convenciste

De sus besos y mentiras sin sentido

Hay que tener buena memoria después de haber mentido

Outro:

Besos destinados

Mal intencionados

Besos que han sonrojado

Para tener tus besos, cuantas travesías

Una soledad errante me llevó a tu compañía.

(x2)

Verse 1:

Sitting alone you think with melancholy

That the kiss is the contact between flesh and fantasy

That your kisses and lies you can't stand

And that there are lips so thin that instead of kissing, they cut

He always brought you strawberries

And a world is born when two souls kiss

The kiss is a form of conversation

Where each lip has the grammatical function

And he was one of the best

As he gave slow kisses, his loves lasted

The good thing about time is that it heals wounds

The opposite of kisses because they lose our lives

Of your experiences, it is the fourth

It's only fate that shuffles your cards

The first kiss didn't come from her lips

But with his look at him and talking to you slowly

Chorus:

Kisses... Destined kisses

Kisses... Malicious kisses

Kisses... Kisses that have blushed

And that cool the atmosphere as if it had snowed.

(x2)

Verse 2:

The kiss, it's an enchanted trick

When there is no result in words

In a kiss he will know what you have kept silent

And a legal kiss will never be worth as a stolen one

And do you remember the first one?

It is as memorable as the fourteenth of February

There are perfumed kisses, warm kisses

But there are forced kisses that remind you of martyrdom

The magic of first love consists

In the ignorance that never ends.

you convinced yourself

Of your kisses and pointless lies

You have to have a good memory after lying

He taught you to kiss cold kisses

Each of them numb as a rock

I taught you to kiss with my kisses

Invented by me, sensitive to your mouth

Chorus:

Kisses... Destined kisses

Kisses... Malicious kisses

Kisses... Kisses that have blushed

And that cool the atmosphere as if it had snowed.

(x2)

Bridge:

Sitting alone you think with melancholy

That the kiss is the contact between flesh and fantasy

That your kisses and lies you can't stand

And that there are lips so thin that instead of kissing, they cut

The magic of first love consists

In the ignorance that never ends.

you convinced yourself

Of your kisses and pointless lies

You have to have a good memory after lying

Other:

destined kisses

ill-intentioned

kisses that have blushed

To have your kisses, how many crossings

A wandering solitude led me to your company.

(x2)