Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Bravero, artist - ANTONIO AGUILAR.
Date of issue: 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 |