Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La salsamora, artist - Amália Rodrigues. Album song Fado alfacinha, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Record label: Mlp
Song language: Spanish
La salsamora(original) |
En el café de Levante, entre palmas y alegría |
Cantaba la Zarzamora |
Se lo pusieron de mote porque dicen que tenía |
Los ojos como la mora |
Le habló primero a un tratante, y olé |
Y luego fue de un marqué |
Que la llenó de brillantes, y olé |
De la cabeza a los pié |
Decía la gente que si era de hielo |
Que si de los hombres se estaba burlando |
Hasta que una noche, con rabia de celos |
A la Zarzamora pillaron llorando |
¿Qué tiene la Zarzamora |
Que a todas horas llora que llora |
Por los rincones? |
Ella que siempre reía |
Y presumía de que partía |
Los corazones |
«Lleva anillo de casao» |
Me vinieron a desí |
Pero ya lo había besao |
Y era tarde para mí |
Que publiquen mi pecao |
Y el pesar que me devora |
Y que tos me den de lao |
Al saber del querer desgrasiao |
Que embrujó a la Zarzamora |
Que publiquen mi pecao |
Y el pesar que me devora |
Y que tos me den de lao |
Al saber del querer desgrasiao |
Que embrujó a la Zarzamora |
(translation) |
In the Levante cafe, between palms and joy |
The blackberry sang |
They gave him a nickname because they say he had |
eyes like blackberry |
She spoke first to a trafficker, and olé |
And then it was from a marquis |
That filled it with diamonds, and olé |
From head to toe |
People said that if she was made of ice |
What if he was making fun of men |
Until one night, in a rage of jealousy |
Zarzamora was caught crying |
What does the Blackberry have |
That at all hours cries that cries |
around the corners? |
She who always laughed |
And she bragged that she was leaving |
The hearts |
"He wears a wedding ring" |
they came to me desi |
But she had already kissed him |
And it was late for me |
that they publish my sin |
And the sorrow that devours me |
And what a cough give me lao |
When knowing about wanting to be miserable |
That bewitched the Blackberry |
that they publish my sin |
And the sorrow that devours me |
And what a cough give me lao |
When knowing about wanting to be miserable |
That bewitched the Blackberry |