Frank Sinatra-That Old Black Magic (Spanish Translation)

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  1. Sabrenna said:

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    Someone can to translate this in Spanish, please? Thank you!

    Old black magic has me in its spell
    Old black magic that you weave so well
    Those icy fingers up and down my spine
    The same old witch craft when your eyes meet mine
    Same old tingle that I feel inside
    Then the elevator starts it ride
    Down and down I go
    Round and round I go
    Like a leaf caught in a tide
    I should stay away but what can I do
    I hear your name and I'm a flame
    Flame, flame of desire
    Only your kiss can put out the fire
    Oh you're the lover I have waiting for
    Your the mate that fate had me created for
    And everytime your lips meet mine
    Down and down I go
    Round and round I go
    In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in
    Under the old black magic called love
    In a spin lovin' the spin I'm in
    Under the old black magic called love
    In a spin lovin' the spin I'm in
    Under the old black magic called love
    I should stay away but what can I do
    I hear your name and I'm a flame
    Flame, flame of desire
    Only your kiss can put out the fire
    Oh you are the lover I have waited for
    Your the mate that fate had me created for
    And everytime your lips meet mine
    Down and down I go
    Round and round I go
    In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in
    Under the old black magic called love.
     
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    Old black magic has me in its spell
    Old black magic that you weave so well
    Those icy fingers up and down my spine
    The same old witch craft when your eyes meet mine
    Esta vieja magia negra me tiene hechizado
    esta vieja magia negra que tú tejes tan bien
    esos dedos helados que recorren mi espalda
    esa misma vieja brujería cuando tus ojos y los mios se encuentran

    Same old tingle that I feel inside
    Then the elevator starts it ride
    Down and down I go
    Round and round I go
    Like a leaf caught in a tide
    Ese mismo cosquilleo que siento por dentro,
    y entonces el elevador comienza su recorrido,
    y yo bajo y bajo,
    y doy vueltas y vueltas,
    como una hoja enmedio de la corriente

    I should stay away but what can I do
    I hear your name and I'm a flame
    Flame, flame of desire
    Only your kiss can put out the fire
    Oh you're the lover I have waiting for
    Your the mate that fate had me created for
    Debería alejarme de ti, pero ¿qué puedo hacer?
    escucho tu nombre y me vuelvo una llamarada
    llamarada, llamarada de deseo,
    y sólo tus besos pueden apagar el fuego,
    oh, tú eres la amante que he estado esperando,
    eres la compañera para la cual el destino me creó

    And everytime your lips meet mine
    Down and down I go
    Round and round I go
    In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in
    Y cada vez que tus labios y los mios se encuentran
    yo bajo y bajo
    y doy vueltas y vueltas,
    como en una espiral, me encanta la espiral en la que estoy

    Under the old black magic called love
    In a spin lovin' the spin I'm in
    Under the old black magic called love
    In a spin lovin' the spin I'm in
    Under the old black magic called love
    bajo esta vieja magia negra llamada amor
    en una espiral, me encanta la espiral en la que estoy
    bajo esta vieja magia negra llamada amor
    en una espiral, me encanta la espiral en la que estoy
    bajo esta vieja magia negra llamada amor


    I should stay away but what can I do
    I hear your name and I'm a flame
    Flame, flame of desire
    Only your kiss can put out the fire
    Oh you are the lover I have waited for
    Your the mate that fate had me created for
    And everytime your lips meet mine
    Down and down I go
    Round and round I go
    In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in
    Under the old black magic called love.
    “If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett.