Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nanas de la Cebolla, artist - Joan Manuel Serrat. Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Song language: Spanish
Nanas de la Cebolla(original) |
| La cebolla es escarcha |
| Cerrada y pobre |
| Escarcha de tus días |
| Y de mis noches |
| Hambre y cebolla |
| Hielo negro y escarcha |
| Grande y redonda |
| En la cuna del hambre |
| Mi niño estaba |
| Con sangre de cebolla |
| Se amamantaba |
| Pero tu sangre |
| Escarchada de azúcar |
| Cebolla y hambre |
| Una mujer morena |
| Resuelta en luna |
| Se derrama hilo a hilo |
| Sobre la cuna |
| Ríete niño |
| Que te traigo la luna |
| Cuando es preciso |
| Tu risa me hace libre |
| Me pone alas |
| Soledades me quita |
| Cárcel me arranca |
| Boca que vuela |
| Corazón que en tus labios |
| Relampaguea |
| Es tu risa la espada |
| Más victoriosa |
| Vencedor de las flores |
| Y las alondras |
| Rival del sol |
| Porvenir de mis huesos |
| Y de mi amor |
| Desperté de ser niño: |
| Nunca despiertes |
| Triste llevo la boca: |
| Ríete siempre |
| Siempre en la cuna |
| Defendiendo la risa |
| Pluma por pluma |
| Al octavo mes ríes |
| Con cinco azahares |
| Con cinco diminutas |
| Ferocidades |
| Con cinco dientes |
| Como cinco jazmines |
| Adolescentes |
| Frontera de los besos |
| Serán mañana |
| Cuando en la dentadura |
| Sientas un arma |
| Sientas un fuego |
| Correr dientes abajo |
| Buscando el centro |
| Vuela niño en la doble |
| Luna del pecho: |
| Él, triste de cebolla |
| Tú, satisfecho |
| No te derrumbes |
| No sepas lo que pasa |
| Ni lo que ocurre |
| (translation) |
| onion is frost |
| closed and poor |
| Frost of your days |
| and of my nights |
| hunger and onion |
| black ice and frost |
| big and round |
| In the cradle of hunger |
| my boy was |
| With onion blood |
| he breastfed |
| but your blood |
| Frosted with sugar |
| onion and hunger |
| a brunette woman |
| resolved in moon |
| It spills thread by thread |
| about the crib |
| laugh child |
| I bring you the moon |
| when it is necessary |
| your laugh makes me free |
| gives me wings |
| loneliness takes away from me |
| Jail rips me off |
| mouth that flies |
| Heart that on your lips |
| flashes |
| It's your laughter the sword |
| more victorious |
| winner of flowers |
| and the larks |
| rival of the sun |
| future of my bones |
| and of my love |
| I woke up from being a child: |
| never wake up |
| Sad I carry my mouth: |
| always laugh |
| Always in the crib |
| defending laughter |
| pen by pen |
| At the eighth month you laugh |
| with five orange blossoms |
| with five tiny |
| ferocities |
| with five teeth |
| like five jasmine |
| Teenagers |
| border of kisses |
| they will be tomorrow |
| when in denture |
| feel a gun |
| feel a fire |
| run teeth down |
| looking for the center |
| Fly child in the double |
| chest moon: |
| He sad onion |
| you satisfied |
| Do not fall apart |
| don't know what's going on |
| nor what happens |