Fiebre [English translation]

[Ricky Martin] 

Fever, I lose my sense

It's going down slowly for me

From the neck to the navel

And you know, there's no cure

And I'm losing manners

Education and composure

Fever, that does not rest

And going down slowly

Sliding down my back

And goes up to 40 degrees

It runs through my entire body

When you pass by my side

Tell me what do I do to take away my sorrows?

For my heart can't put up with all this pressure because ...

[Chorus]

I spend every day thinking of you

And your black eyes, and your beautiful laughter

I spend every day thinking of you (Ay-ay-ay-ay)

And between your arms I lose my head

Come heal softly all this heat of mine that goes through my veins

Oh, heal me soft cuz only you have the recipe

(Ah-ah, Ah-ah)

You are my recipe

(Ah-ah, Ah-ah)

[Wisin]

What a beautiful face, no one can stop her

Temperature rises as Sahara desert

She listens to my music and it was lit up

Drink in hand and the engine started

Come on heal me, get naked, stay focused

Baby give me a chance, just reveal yourself

You and your friends are sweating

I keep watching you, I keep fantasizing about you

Why do not you stay with me?

Baby you are fire that burns

It's that your body is addictive

And that causes me problems

[Chorus]

I spend every day thinking of you

And your black eyes, and your beautiful laughter

I spend every day thinking of you (Ay-ay-ay-ay)

And in your arms I lose my head

Come heal softly all this heat of mine that goes through my veins

Oh, heal me soft cuz only you have the recipe

(Ah-ah, Ah-ah)

You are my recipe

(Ah-ah, Ah-ah)

[Yandel]

Trust me and you'll see

That with me the time stands still

And you will be addicted to me

Without touching you, I'm warm

Take away this fever and kill my desires

It's a flame that only your body can extinguish

I want to feel your wet kisses

Give me more of you, you arrived at the right time

[Chorus]

I spend every day thinking of you

And your black eyes, and your beautiful laughter

I spend every day thinking of you (Ay-ay-ay-ay)

And between your arms I lose my head

[Yandel, Wisin, Ricky Martin]

Come heal softly all this heat of mine that goes through my veins

Oh, heal me soft cuz only you have the recipe

(Ah-ah, Ah-ah)

You are my recipe

(Ah-ah, Ah-ah)

You are my recipe

- SOURCE -

MUSICA.COM

- LETTER ADDED BY -

Hawli