Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Contramarca, artist - Roberto Goyeneche.
Date of issue: 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... |