Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amor Verdadero, artist - Afro-Cuban All Stars. Album song A Toda Cuba Le Gusta, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 08.04.1997
Record label: World Circuit
Song language: Spanish
Amor Verdadero(original) |
Guajira, el son te llama, a bailar, a Gozar |
Guajira, el son te llama, a bailar, a Gozar |
Amigo pida otra copa, caramba |
Que este cantor le convida |
Que aunque a ustedes no le importa |
Voy a hacerles la historia de mi vida |
Amé mucho a una mujer |
De mi alma la ms querida |
Me traiciona la perdida, caramba |
Que ingrato y mal proceder. |
Ella me hizo beber |
Ella me hizo un perdido |
A la droga me tiré, amigo mio, y a la carcel fui llevado. |
Los amigos me |
olvidaron |
Solo mi madre lloraba |
A Dios pedia y rogaba |
Que salvara su hijo. |
Recuerden lo que les digo |
Que en la prision y en la cama |
Solo nuestra madre nos ama, caramba, no hay dinero, no hay amigos |
Linda guajira, mi son te llama! |
Y al piano Don Ruben Gonzalez |
Oiga compay mire quien viene por alla, Compay barbarito Torres… |
Special |
Guajira el son te llama, a bailar, a gozar. |
Las dos palabras que mas |
Me llenan de recocijo |
Es cuando me dicen hijo, es cuando digo |
Mama. |
Guajira el son te llama, a bailar, a gozar. |
La madre es un surtidor |
De miel que nunca cierra |
Es un astro de la tierra |
Brilla mucho mas que el sol. |
Guajira el son te llama, a bailar, a gozar. |
No le teme a la negrura |
Del vicio y todo su espanto |
Pienso en mi madre |
Y su encanto me cubre con su ternura |
(translation) |
Guajira, the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
Guajira, the son calls you, to dance, to enjoy |
Friend ask for another drink, gosh |
That this singer invites you |
That even though you don't care |
I'm going to make them the story of my life |
I loved a woman very much |
Of my soul the dearest |
Loss betrays me, gosh |
What an ungrateful and bad behavior. |
she made me drink |
She made me a loser |
I threw myself into drugs, my friend, and I was taken to jail. |
friends i |
they forgot |
only my mother cried |
He asked and prayed to God |
To save his son from him. |
Remember what I tell you |
that in prison and in bed |
Only our mother loves us, gosh, no money, no friends |
Linda guajira, my son calls you! |
And at the piano Don Ruben Gonzalez |
Hey compay look who's coming over there, Compay barbarito Torres... |
Special |
Guajira el son calls you, to dance, to enjoy. |
The two words that most |
they fill me with rejoicing |
It's when they call me son, it's when I say |
Mother. |
Guajira el son calls you, to dance, to enjoy. |
The mother is a supplier |
Of honey that never closes |
She is a star of the earth |
It shines much brighter than the sun. |
Guajira el son calls you, to dance, to enjoy. |
not afraid of blackness |
Of vice and all its horror |
I think of my mother |
And her charm of hers covers me with her tenderness |