Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Contramarca , by - Roberto Goyeneche. Release date: 30.07.2020
Song language: Spanish
Contramarca(original) |
| En la larga siembra de mis años |
| medio indio pa’l querer |
| siempre fui esquivando |
| los zarpazos del amor… |
| Pero, en mi camino te cruzaste |
| y esa tarde pa' dolor, |
| con tus ojos criollos me chuziaste… |
| Y al yugo del cariño |
| me fui de yeno |
| chasquiandome por gueno, |
| confiao y noble, |
| sintiendome más pobre |
| que las arañas, |
| dispues que por tus mañas |
| cai bajo tu pial. |
| China cruel… A que has venido? |
| Que buscas en este rancho? |
| Si pa' mi fuiste al olvido |
| y vive ya más ancho |
| mi gaucho corazón. |
| Y esa flor que mi cuchiyo |
| te Marco bien merecida, |
| la yevaras luciendo en el carriyo |
| pa' que nunca en la vida |
| olvides tu traición. |
| En el viejo pertigo de mi alma |
| no te vengas a enredar. |
| Tenes contramarca. |
| Sos ajena a este corral, |
| con que and’apurandote las tabas, |
| pa' tu bien o pa' tu mal, |
| y perdete en el portrero donde estabas. |
| Con un boton pa' muestra |
| tengo bastante |
| y soy de mucho aguante |
| pa' caer de nuevo. |
| De juro te lo ruego, |
| que al lado del tigre |
| es facil que peligren |
| las zorras como vos… |
| (translation) |
| In the long sowing of my years |
| half an Indian to love |
| I was always dodging |
| the claws of love... |
| But, in my way you crossed |
| and that afternoon for pain, |
| with your criollo eyes you chuzias me… |
| And to the yoke of affection |
| I left yeno |
| snapping me for gueno, |
| confident and noble, |
| feeling poorer |
| that the spiders, |
| arrange that by your tricks |
| I fell under your pial. |
| Cruel China… What have you come for? |
| What are you looking for in this ranch? |
| If you went to oblivion for me |
| and live longer |
| my gaucho heart. |
| And that flower that my cuchiyo |
| I Marco well deserved, |
| the yevaras showing off in the carriyo |
| so that never in life |
| forget your betrayal |
| In the old pertigo of my soul |
| do not come to entangle. |
| You have countermark. |
| You are foreign to this corral, |
| with which you are rushing the knuckles, |
| for your good or for your bad, |
| and get lost in the goalkeeper where you were. |
| With a button to show |
| I have enough |
| and I have a lot of stamina |
| to fall again |
| I swear I beg you, |
| that next to the tiger |
| it is easy for them to be in danger |
| bitches like you... |