Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El Bravero , by - ANTONIO AGUILAR. Release date: 03.06.1997
Song language: Spanish
El Bravero(original) |
| Me dicen a mi el bravero |
| Por que me rifo sin condicion |
| Yo me de rajar el cuero |
| Siempre que ofendan mi corazon |
| Te vengo a cantar con gusto |
| Mi mas bonita cancion |
| Y vengo a pegarle un susto |
| Al que ha tenido la pretencion |
| De pensar que no te gusto |
| Y se ha valido de la ocacion |
| Yo soy bravero de condicion |
| Se de otro que te prende |
| Ya no se acerca por que sera |
| Sera que le da mi sombra |
| Y a veces miedo la sombra da |
| Gallo muerto en raya gana |
| Si el otro corriendo va |
| Soy pollo de tu ventana |
| No se tu gallo por que se ira |
| Y hoy si me da la gana |
| Aqui otro gallo no cantara |
| Por que si canta… |
| Se morira |
| Yo nunca me he retirado |
| Y nunca me voy a retirar |
| Pues soy gallo bien jugado |
| Y aqui en la raya me han de matar |
| Soy necio en cuestion de amores |
| No me voy a retirar |
| Ni que de rodillas llores |
| Ni que me vengas a regañar |
| Pues de los cazadores |
| Que a donde apuntan han de pegar |
| Y a tus amores… |
| Ire a puntar |
| (translation) |
| They call me the bravero |
| Why do I laugh without condition |
| I want to split the leather |
| Whenever they offend my heart |
| I come to sing to you with pleasure |
| my most beautiful song |
| And I come to scare you |
| To the one who has had the intention |
| To think that you don't like me |
| And he has used the occasion |
| I am bravero of condition |
| I know of another that turns you on |
| It is no longer close because it will be |
| It will be that my shadow gives him |
| And sometimes the shadow gives fear |
| Rooster dead in line wins |
| If the other running goes |
| I am chicken from your window |
| I don't know your rooster because he will leave |
| And today if he pleases me |
| Here another rooster will not sing |
| Why does he sing... |
| he will die |
| I have never retired |
| And I'm never going to retire |
| Well, I'm a rooster well played |
| And here in the line they have to kill me |
| I'm foolish when it comes to love |
| I'm not going to retire |
| Nor that you cry on your knees |
| Nor that you come to scold me |
| well of the hunters |
| That where they point they have to hit |
| And to your loves… |
| I'm going to score |