Como los olivos [English translation]

like the olive trees, they sweat oil.

my body resvala on your skin,

calm man sleeps in the garden of Eden..

that the moisture detaches flavor to honey..

silhouette of the man q sleeps in my bed,,

with soul of river q it clears my thirst,

it waters my senderon until Eden blooms

that the humidity is fresh to the dawn.

[refrain]

it will rob some of your hair,

in order to moor it to tenzas of my hair,

and if you go away me ire with you,

without movement we lose the time.

on the hips my skirt moves,

with the clink of your laughter and your commotion,

and when returning you will have spoilt,

under a silver plated ash moon,

because on the hips my skirt moves, mirame,

with the clink of your laughter and commotion,

and when returning will have spoilt aah aah aah aah aaaahhh,

under a silver-plated ash moon.

[refrain (x2)]

ay ay ay ay aaaaahhh

ay ay ay ay ay hh

aaaaaaaaaa

I am of the south, you are of the north

We have our own language but that does not matter,

I am of the south your are of the north,

We have our own language but that does not matter

because it will rob you to the soul,

tue will teach to dance,

that I am going to give my skin to you until hacerte to enloqcer,

porq will rob hata to you the soul,

it will teach to you to dance,

that I am going to give my skin to you until requesting itself but,

[refrain]

I am of the south your you are of the north,

not hablamo he himself language but haremo that does not matter,

I am of the south your you are of the north,

not hablamo he himself language but haremo that does not matter,

because it will rob to you until the soul,

it will teach to you to dance,

that I am going to give my skin to you until hacerte to enloqcer,

porq will rob hata to you the soul,

it will teach to you to dance,

that I am going to give my skin to you until pedirte but

I am of the south your you are of the north,

not hablamo he himself language but haremo that does not matter,

I am of the south your you are of the north,

not hablamo he himself language but haremo that does not matter,

that it does not matter, that does not matter

• Artist:Bebe
• Album:Pafuera telarañas