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No dejabas de mirar, estabas sola
Completamente bella, sensual
Algo me arrastró hacia ti, como una ola
Y fui, te dije hola, que tal
Esa noche entre tus brazos
Caí en la trampa
Cazaste al aprendiz de seductor
Y me dijiste de comer, sobre tu palma
Haciéndome tu humilde servidor
Amiga hay que ver como es el amor
Que vuelve a quién lo toma
Gavilán o paloma
Pobre tonto, ingenuo, charlatán
Que fui paloma por querer ser gavilán
Amiga hay que ver como es el amor
Que vuelve a quién lo toma gavilán o paloma
Yo bajé la cremallera de tu vestido
Y tú no me dejaste hablar
Solamente suspirabas, te necesito
Abrázame más fuerte, más
Al mirarte me senti desengañado
Y sólo me dió frío, tu calor
Lentamente te solté entre mis brazos
Y dije estate quieta, por favor
Amiga hay que ver cómo es el amor
Que vuelve a quien lo toma
Gavilán o paloma
Pobre tonto, ingenuo, charlatán
Que fui paloma, por querer ser gavilán
Que vuelve a quien lo toma
Gavilán o paloma
Pobre tonto, ingenuo, charlatán
Que fui paloma, por querer ser gavilán.
Rarael Perez Botija
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You wouldn't stop looking my way.
You were alone. Completely
beautiful and sensual. Something
pulled me towards you, like a wave,
and I went to you and said hello.
That night, in your arms, I fell in
your trap. You caught this apprentice
seducer. You fed me from the palm
of your hand, making me your humble
servant.
My friend, you must know how love is.
It turns who ever takes it, into either
a hawk or a dove. Poor fool, naive
charlatan. I became a dove, wanting
to be hawk.
My friend, you must know how love is.
It turns who ever takes it, into either
a hawk or a dove.
I slowly lowered your dress but you
didn't let me speak. You simply
whispered, I need you, embrace me
tighter, more.
Looking at you, I felt disappointment,
and your warmth only left me cold.
Slowly, I released you from my arms,
and I said, please, be still.
My friend, you must know how love is.
It turns who ever takes it, into either
a hawk or a dove. Poor fool, naive
charlatan. I became a dove, wanting
to be hawk.
My friend, you must know how love is.
It turns who ever takes it, into either
a hawk or a dove. Poor fool, naive
charlatan. I became a dove, wanting
to be hawk.
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