Hive Openmic week 106 - Cover Song Usted - You Ricardo Arjona by @davidcentenor.

My beautiful friends of hive, have spent many days that he did not publish, terrible things have happened, but I know that everything will progress progressively for good, many years ago I wrote this song by Ricardo Arjona, and as things I forgot, now checking in my brain hard file, I found it, do not hesitate for a moment to sing it for all Hive and for the great cultural meeting "Hive Openmic Week 106" I hope my family enjoys it #hive.

Usted

Ricardo Arjona

Usted que hace del mundo algo más que una esfera
Usted que me mira, usted que me cela,
Usted me hace daño, usted me da vida,
Usted que me construye, usted que me aniquila,
Usted que me destruye, usted que me revive,
Que bonito es decir que soy solo de usted.
El compás de mis ojos son sus caderas
Y no hago otra cosa que seguir a la espera
De un beso furtivo, de un beso cualquiera,
De una caricia suya, de un beso, un quebranto,
Tenia que ser mujer para gustarme tanto,
Que bonito es decir que soy solo de usted.
De usted, de usted, de usted,
Le digo así por ser discreto,
De usted, de usted, de usted,
Suena mejor cuando es secreto
Porque un amor tan clandestino y de trinchera
Suena mejor cuando es
De usted.
Pirupirururu
Usted hace de un pecado un milagro cualquiera,
Mete el mundo aquí adentro, lo que estorbaba afuera,
Usted aunque ausente, usted siempre se queda,
Usted tiene otra historia, usted porta una guerra,
Me escogió de venganza y celebro su idea,
Que bonito es decir que soy solo de usted.
De usted, de usted, de usted,
Le digo así por ser discreto,
De usted, de usted, de usted,
Suena mejor cuando es secreto
Porque un amor tan clandestino y de trinchera
Suena mejor cuando es
De usted
Piripirururu.

You

Ricardo Arjona

You who make the world more than just a sphere
You who look at me, you who jealous of me,
You hurt me, you give me life,
You who build me, you who annihilate me,
You who destroy me, you who revive me,
How nice it is to say that I am only yours
The beat of my eyes are his hips
And I do nothing but keep waiting
Of a furtive kiss, of any kiss,
Of a caress of his, of a kiss, a break,
I had to be a woman to like myself so much,
How nice it is to say that I am only yours.
From you, from you, from you,
I say so for being discreet,
From you, from you, from you,
Sounds better when it's secret
Because such a clandestine and trench love
Sounds better when it's
From you
Pirupirururu
You make a sin any miracle,
It puts the world in here, which hindered outside,
You although absent, you always stay,
You have another story, you carry a war,
He chose me for revenge and I celebrate his idea,
How nice it is to say that I am only yours
From you, from you, from you,
I say so for being discreet,
From you, from you, from you,
Sounds better when it's secret
Because such a clandestine and trench love
Sounds better when it's
From you.
Pirupirururu.