CÓRCEGA Lyrics English Translation Lyrics by Mora
[Verse 1: Mora]
Mom, you don’t let yourself be seen
And there are still problems to be solved
I don’t get heated up by anything if it’s not your skin
Your photo is still displayed, darling, on the same shelf
[Chorus: Mora]
Since that time in Rincón, in the apartment on Córcega Street
When you told me: “Baby, break the rules”
I fulfilled all your fantasies
*** at night, beach during the day
That time in Rincón, in the apartment on Córcega Street
When you told me: “Baby, break the rules”
I fulfilled all your fantasies
*** at night, beach during the day
[Chorus: Mora]
You and me in the heat
The sand and a blunt
The sun was the only witness
That saw us, me punishing you
You and me in the heat
The sand and a blunt
I’m going to post a photo with you
To show off to those who try but haven’t succeeded, oh-oh
[Verse 1: Mora & Álvaro Díaz]
Swear to me that you don’t miss me devouring you whole
Not even when I had you on all fours in front of the sea
Your ass is legendary like Maradona
And my shirt, after we made love, looks damn good on you
You disappear, but come back if you want to come
And tell your friend that if she wants, she can join, she doesn’t have to leave
To do to her everything I’ve already done to you
Come, and I’ll show you how to fly, I have a spaceship
Raise the air, ’cause I’m going to tilt the seat, babe
Our messages have nothing subliminal
And inside, I’m crazy to reexamine you
Touch yourself, I want to watch you
And if you behave badly, I’ll have to tie you up
I know every one of your parts and where to touch you
To take you to where you last reached
Baby, how delicious you arrived, eh, eh, eh (Hey, hey)
[Verse 2: Álvaro Díaz]
Mom, where are you hiding that you don’t show yourself?
I keep picturing you in my mind without a brush
Dressed like heaven, I take you to heaven when I touch you
But you’re kind of a devil, tell me what’s up
You’re hiding, and you know I’ll go west if you reply
Being inside you is my prerogative
And if I fantasize, baby, it’s with your name
Remembering the faces you made
Every time I made love to you
The sun was almost rising, even though it was raining in my room
That little ass of yours is going to drive me to the psychiatrist
The faces you made (-made)
Every time I made love to you (-made)
The sun was almost rising, even though it was raining in my room
That little ass of yours is going to drive me to the psychiatrist
[Chorus: Álvaro Díaz & Mora]
You and me in the heat
The sand and a blunt
The sun was the only witness
That saw us, me punishing you
You and me in the heat
The sand and a blunt
I’m going to post a photo with you
To show off to those who try but haven’t succeeded, oh-oh