Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tatuaje, artist - Carlos Cano
Date of issue: 12.04.2010
Song language: Spanish
Tatuaje(original) |
Él vino en un barco, de nombre extranjero |
Lo encontré el puerto un anochecer |
Cuando el blanco faro sobre los veleros |
Su beso de plata dejaba caer |
Era hermoso y rubio como la cerveza |
El pecho tatuado con un corazón |
En su voz amarga, había la tristeza |
Doliente y cansada del bandoneón |
Y ante dos copas de aguardiente |
Sobre el manchado mostrador |
Él fue contándome entre dientes |
La vieja historia de su amor |
Mira mi brazo tatuado |
Con este nombre de mujer |
Es el recuerdo de un pasado |
Que nunca más ha de volver |
Ella me quiso y me ha olvidado |
En cambio, yo, no la olvidé |
Y para siempre voy marcado |
Con este nombre de mujer |
Él se fue una tarde, con rumbo ignorado |
En el mismo barco que la conoció |
Pero entre sus labios, se dejó olvidado |
El beso de amante, que la enveneno |
Errante lo busca por todos los puertos |
A los marineros pregunta por él |
Y nadie le dice, si esta vivo o muerto |
Y sigue en su duda buscándolo fiel |
Y va sangrando lentamente |
De mostrador en mostrador |
Ante una copa de aguardiente |
Donde se ahoga su dolor |
Mira su nombre tatuado |
En la caricia de mi piel |
A fuego lento lo he marcado |
Y para siempre iré con él |
Quizá ya tú, me has olvidado |
En cambio, yo, no té olvidé |
Y hasta que no te haya encontrado |
Sin descansar te buscare |
(translation) |
He came in a ship, foreign name |
I found it in the port one evening |
When the white beacon over the sailboats |
His silver kiss he dropped |
He was beautiful and blond as beer |
The chest tattooed with a heart |
In his bitter voice, there was sadness |
Suffering and tired of the bandoneon |
And before two glasses of brandy |
Upon the stained counter |
He was telling me between his teeth |
The old story of their love |
look at my tattooed arm |
With this female name |
It is the memory of a past |
That never has to come back |
She loved me and she has forgotten me |
On the other hand, I did not forget her |
And forever I am marked |
With this female name |
He left one afternoon, with an unknown course |
On the same boat that he met her |
But between her lips, he left himself forgotten |
The lover's kiss, that poisoned her |
Wanderer searches for him in all ports |
Ask the sailors for him |
And no one tells him if he is dead or alive |
And he continues in his doubt of him looking for him faithful |
And he's slowly bleeding |
From counter to counter |
With a glass of brandy |
where his pain drowns |
Look at his name tattooed |
In the caress of my skin |
On slow fire I have marked it |
And forever I will go with him |
Maybe you already have forgotten me |
Instead, I did not forget you |
And until I have found you |
I will look for you without rest |