Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La mariposa, artist - Alberto Cortez.
Date of issue: 08.09.2014
Song language: Spanish
La mariposa(original) |
La mariposa volaba, volaba la mariposa… |
Con sus alas verdes y blancas y en las puntas… |
Pintas rojas. |
Primero fue el labarador |
Que no vio la mariposa |
Tendida sobre la hierba, |
De su color orgullosa. |
Slo mir su sembrado |
Y pens en tantas cosas |
Que hara de sus ganancias |
Y no vio a la mariposa. |
Luego dos enamorados… |
l ansioso y ella hermosa, |
Que por mirarse a los ojos |
No vieron la mariposa… |
Y la hierba se extendi |
Por la espalda de la moza, |
Entre suspiros y besos, |
No se ven las mariposas. |
Poco despus vino un nio, |
Que no sabe de otra cosa |
Que corretear por el campo |
Y que ver las mariposas. |
Pero entonces ella dijo: |
«Yo soy demasiado hermosa |
Para jugar con un nio», |
Y se fue la mariposa. |
Finalmente vino un sabio, |
La vio tan maravillosa |
Que dijo «eres divina», |
Y ella se sinti dichosa. |
Aquel hombre la llev |
Como una pieza valiosa, |
Para una gran coleccin |
De selectas mariposas. |
La mariposa no vuela, no puede la mariposa… |
Con sus alas verdes y blancas y en las puntas… |
Pintas rojas. |
(translation) |
The butterfly flew, the butterfly flew... |
With its green and white wings and at the tips… |
Red dots. |
First it was the laborer |
who did not see the butterfly |
lying on the grass, |
Of its proud color. |
I only looked at his sown |
And I thought of so many things |
What will you do with your earnings? |
And he did not see the butterfly. |
Then two lovers... |
he eager and she beautiful, |
that for looking into each other's eyes |
They didn't see the butterfly... |
And the grass spread |
By the back of the girl, |
between sighs and kisses, |
The butterflies are not seen. |
Shortly after a boy came, |
That he doesn't know anything else |
What to run around the field |
And what to see the butterflies. |
But then she said: |
"I am too beautiful |
To play with a child», |
And the butterfly left. |
Finally a wise man came, |
He saw her so wonderful |
That he said "you are divine", |
And she felt happy. |
That man took her |
Like a valuable piece, |
for a large collection |
Of select butterflies. |
The butterfly does not fly, the butterfly cannot... |
With its green and white wings and at the tips… |
Red dots. |