Lyrics of La Lola - Cafe Quijano

La Lola (original)

Se llama lola y tiene historia
Aunque mas que historia sea un poema
Su vida entera pasó buscando
Noches de gloria como alma en pena
Detras de su manto de fría dama
Tenía escondidas tremendas armas
Para las batallas del cara a cara
Que con ventaja muy bien libraba
Le fue muy mal de mano en mano
De boca en boca, de cama en cama
Como una muñeca que se desgasta
Se queda vieja y la pena arrastra
Coro
Oyeme mi lola, mi tierna lola
Tu triste vida es tu triste historia
Pero que manera de caminar
Mira que soberbia en su mirar
Oyeme mi lola, mi tierna lola
Tu triste vida es tu triste historia
Pero que manera de caminar
Mira que soberbia en su mirar
Oyeme mi lola mi tierna lola
Tu triste vida es tu triste historia
Fue mujer serena hasta en el instante
De entregarse presta a sus amantes
Es tiempo de llanto, es tiempo de duda
De nostalgia y de su locura
Tienes el consuelo de saberte llena
De cariño limpio y amor sincero
Por que nadie supo robar de tus besos
Eso que hoy te sobra y que nadie añora
Oyeme mi lola, mi tierna lola
Tu triste vida es tu triste historia
Pero que manera de caminar
Mira que soberbia en su mirar
Oyeme mi lola mi tierna lola
Tu triste vida es tu triste historia
Pero que manera de caminar
Mira que soberbia en su mirar
Oyeme mi lola, mi tierna lola
Tu triste vida es tu triste historia
Coro
Es el tiempo de la arruga que no perdona
Es el tiempo de la fruta y de la pintura

(translation)

Her name is lola and she has a story
Although more than history is a poem
His whole life was spent searching
Nights of glory as a soul in pain
Behind her cloak of cold lady
She had hidden tremendous weapons
For head-to-head battles
That with advantage very well he freed
She went very badly from hand to hand
From word of mouth, from bed to bed
Like a doll that wears out
She stays old and the pain drags
Chorus
Hear me my lola, my tender lola
Your sad life is your sad story
But what a way to walk
Look how arrogant in his look
Hear me my lola, my tender lola
Your sad life is your sad story
But what a way to walk
Look how arrogant in his look
Hear me my lola my tender lola
Your sad life is your sad story
She was a serene woman even at the moment
To give herself lend to her lovers
It's time to cry, it's time to doubt
Of nostalgia and its madness
You have the consolation of knowing you are full
Of clean affection and sincere love
Because no one knew how to steal from your kisses
That today you have left over and that nobody longs for
Hear me my lola, my tender lola
Your sad life is your sad story
But what a way to walk
Look how arrogant in his look
Hear me my lola my tender lola
Your sad life is your sad story
But what a way to walk
Look how arrogant in his look
Hear me my lola, my tender lola
Your sad life is your sad story
Chorus
It is the time of the wrinkle that does not forgive
It is the time for fruit and painting