Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La negrita, artist - Café Tacvba. Album song Re, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 19.07.1994
Record label: Warner Music Mexico
Song language: Spanish
La negrita(original) |
Y bueno el cuento de la negrita sigue asi, |
despues de haber viajado tanto por todo el país, |
regresa a su costa amada pa' seguir en el malecón gritando |
«VENDO PESCADO FRITO CON LIMON» |
Y si supieran las cosas que pudo ver, |
que no se parece a nada a los sueños de su niñez, |
la negrita no comprende de donde fue que salio el cuento ese |
que en otro lugar vives mejor |
Por que es muy facil de pensar |
que hay que viajar para triunfar |
que aqui no hay oportunidad |
que en otro lado si la habra |
el que experiencia ya adquirio |
nunca se pudo olvidar |
que su cadera al caminar lleva el ritmo de la mar |
Por eso un dia nublado se regreso |
y vio que aca en su puerto siempre calentaba el sol |
y cuando alguien le pregunta de las cosas que aprendio contesta |
«QUE VIAJAR A VECES NO ES MEJOR…» |
Que quedarse al sol es lo mejor… |
que vende pescado con limon… |
que si lleva uno lleve dos… |
por que al rato to' ya se acabo… |
que ella prepara siempre el mejor… |
como este no hay dos en el malecon… |
A pero eso si duro al trabajo |
no se vaya uste a dormir |
como dicen que le paso a mi amigo el camaron; |
o como al señor cangrejo que por andar de crustaceo |
se lo comieron al ajo; |
o como este pescadito que tiene el ojito azul |
creo que viene de lejos |
y mire donde fue a dar |
mas le valía regresar |
con sus pecesitas güeras |
por eso a mi la corriente me ha regresado a mi hogar, |
porque un pez de agua salada |
en río no puede nadar |
(translation) |
And well, the story of the black girl goes on like this, |
After having traveled so much around the country, |
she returns to her beloved coast to continue on the boardwalk screaming |
«I AM SELLING FRIED FISH WITH LEMON» |
And if they knew the things that she could see, |
that is nothing like his childhood dreams of her, |
the bold does not understand where that story came from |
that in another place you live better |
Because it is very easy to think |
that you have to travel to succeed |
that there is no opportunity here |
that in another place there would be |
the one who already acquired experience |
she could never forget |
that her hip when walking takes the rhythm of the sea |
That's why a cloudy day came back |
and she saw that here in her port the sun always warmed |
and when someone asks her about the things she learned she answers |
“SOMETIMES TRAVELING IS NOT BETTER…” |
That staying in the sun is the best… |
that she sells fish with lemon… |
that if you wear one, wear two… |
because after a while everything is over… |
that she always prepares the best… |
like this there are not two on the malecon… |
A but that is hard at work |
don't go to sleep |
As they say, I passed the shrimp to my friend; |
or like Mr. Crab who, for being a crustacean |
they ate it with garlic; |
or like this little fish that has a blue eye |
I think she comes from afar |
and look where she went |
he better go back |
with their golden fish |
that's why the current has returned me to my home, |
because a saltwater fish |
in river can not swim |