Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El atonte del vino, artist - Canteca de macao. Album song Agua pa'la tierra, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 15.10.2009
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
El atonte del vino(original) |
Ola de pasión por los bares no tienen corales las aguas que quiero. |
Son de tinta china las letras de mi sombrero. |
Nada da salir a la calle esta mañanita yo me dado cuenta, |
de que el sol es muy grande y la gente está harta de tanta tristeza. |
Y con el atonte del vino echábamos castillos al aire, |
y con el atonte del vino decíamos cosas insoportables |
y con el atonte del vino se me escapó un te quiero mío, |
no le echemos la culpa al vino si te quiero es porque he querido. |
Que mira que no le echemos la culpa vino si te quiero es porque he querido. |
Te miro por mi ventana y tengo en mi memoria todos tus andares. |
De esta noche ya no pasa quiero comerme el cielo de tus lunares. |
Mira que si fueran de oro mis buenos deseos no curraba en la vida, |
pero no tengo palacios si la vergüenza la tengo escondida. |
Y con el atonte del vino echábamos castillos al aire, |
y con el atonte del vino decíamos cosas insoportables |
y con el atonte del vino se me escapó un te quiero mío, |
no le echemos la culpa al vino si te quiero es porque he querido. |
Que mira que no le echemos la culpa vino si te quiero es porque he querido. |
Las cuestas que hay en mi calle se las sube el hambre que nos va avisando, |
puchero de la mama y hasta fuego lento con lo que va hablando, |
si no tiene los lunares mí vestido blanco ahora se los pinto. |
Y ahora saca esa botella que esta fiesta pide su copa de tinto. |
Y con el atonte del vino echábamos castillos al aire, |
y con el atonte del vino decíamos cosas insoportables |
y con el atonte del vino se me escapó un te quiero mío, |
no le echemos la culpa al vino si te quiero es porque he querido. |
Adiós a tu protocolo, |
adiós a los buenos modales |
esta noche me quedo contigo, |
que en mi ruedo se torea con arte, |
se frega sin guantes y sin delantales. |
Adiós a tu protocolo, |
adiós a los buenos modales |
esta noche me quedo contigo, |
que en mi ruedo se torea con arte, |
se frega sin guantes y sin delantales. |
(Gracias a Rocio por esta letra) |
(translation) |
Wave of passion for the bars the waters I want do not have corals. |
The letters on my hat are in Chinese ink. |
It's nothing to go out on the street this morning, I realized it, |
that the sun is very big and people are tired of so much sadness. |
And with the foolishness of the wine we threw castles into the air, |
and with the stupid wine we said unbearable things |
and with the astonishing of the wine an I love you of mine escaped me, |
Let's not blame the wine if I love you it's because I loved you. |
Let's see that we don't blame wine if I love you it's because I loved you. |
I look at you through my window and I have in my memory all your walks. |
From tonight it no longer happens I want to eat the sky of your moles. |
Look, if my good wishes were made of gold, I wouldn't work in life, |
But I don't have palaces if I have hidden shame. |
And with the foolishness of the wine we threw castles into the air, |
and with the stupid wine we said unbearable things |
and with the astonishing of the wine an I love you of mine escaped me, |
Let's not blame the wine if I love you it's because I loved you. |
Let's see that we don't blame wine if I love you it's because I loved you. |
The slopes that are in my street are raised by the hunger that warns us, |
mother's pout and even slow fire with what she is talking about, |
If my white dress doesn't have the polka dots, now I'll paint them. |
And now take out that bottle that this party asks for its glass of red wine. |
And with the foolishness of the wine we threw castles into the air, |
and with the stupid wine we said unbearable things |
and with the astonishing of the wine an I love you of mine escaped me, |
Let's not blame the wine if I love you it's because I loved you. |
Goodbye to your protocol, |
goodbye to good manners |
tonight I stay with you, |
that in my arena is fought with art, |
he scrubs himself without gloves and without aprons. |
Goodbye to your protocol, |
goodbye to good manners |
tonight I stay with you, |
that in my arena is fought with art, |
he scrubs himself without gloves and without aprons. |
(Thanks to Rocío for these lyrics) |