Perfecto - Tamara

¿Quién dijo que la perfeccion no existe?

…nunca te vio a ti

Tus ojos son un manantial de sueños

Y tus miradas gaviotas libres como el viento

Y tu pensamiento mareas de silencios

A donde perderse en tan solo un momento

Y naufragar contento en un mar de deseos

Por encontrarte al fin en la bahia de tu abrazo

Y entre olas de luz fundirse y morir

Ya se que una mujer siempre recive alagos

Que no hay que devolver si nadia lo hace antes

Sere yo la primera en alargar a mi amante

Quizas no sea comun tan poco lo eres tu…

Tu eres lo mas lindo, tu eres lo mas grande

Tu eres lo mas bello que yo nunca vi…

Perfecto para mi… perfecto para mi

Tu boca es un jardin de besos

Donde te quedas preso robando una flor

Tus manos son fuentes de rios de suaves caricias

Mas y mas me envician no hay ecos de placer

Y hay quien no quiere enterarse

De lo que es el sol se cree que esta en el cielo

Pero se equivoco el sol brilla en tu alma

Surge dentro de ti en tu alegria

Y tu calma contagiosa y feliz

Ya se que una mujer siempre recive alagos

Que no hay que devolver si nadia lo hace antes

Sere yo la primera en alargar a mi amante

Quizas no sea comun tan poco lo eres tu…

Tu eres lo mas lindo, tu eres lo mas grande

Tu eres lo mas bello que yo nunca vi…

Perfecto para mi… perfecto para mi

¿Quién dijo que la perfeccion no existe?

(Gracias a Laury por esta letra)

Who said that perfection does not exist?

…he never saw you

Your eyes are a spring of dreams

And your seagull looks free as the wind

And your thought tides of silence

Where to get lost in just a moment

And shipwreck happily in a sea of ​​desires

For finally finding you in the bay of your embrace

And between waves of light melt and die

I know that a woman always receives compliments

That you don't have to return if she doesn't do it before

I will be the first to lengthen my lover

Maybe it's not common so little you are...

You are the most beautiful, you are the greatest

You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen...

Perfect for me… perfect for me

Your mouth is a garden of kisses

where you stay prisoner stealing a flower

Your hands are sources of rivers of soft caresses

More and more addicted to me there are no echoes of pleasure

And there are those who do not want to know

What is the sun is believed to be in the sky

But he was wrong the sun shines on your soul

It arises within you in your joy

And your contagious and happy calm

I know that a woman always receives compliments

That you do not have to return if nobody does it before

I will be the first to lengthen my lover

Maybe it's not common so little you are...

You are the most beautiful, you are the greatest

You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen...

Perfect for me… perfect for me

Who said that perfection does not exist?

(Thanks to Laura for these lyrics)