Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La mariposa, artist - Carlos Gardel. Album song The History of Tango - Carlos Gardel Volume 2 / Recordings 1925 - 1933, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 19.12.2009
Record label: Black Round
Song language: Spanish
La mariposa(original) |
No es que este arrepentido |
de haberte querido tanto, |
lo que me apena es tu olvido |
y tu traición |
me sume en amargo llanto; |
si vieras, estoy tan triste |
que canto por no llorar; |
si para tu bien te fuiste, |
para tu bien |
yo te debo perdonar! |
Aquella tarde que yo te vi |
tu estampa me gusto, |
pebeta de arrabal, |
y sin saber por que te segui |
y el corazón te di |
y fue tan solo por mi mal. |
Mira si fue sincero mi querer |
que nunca imagine |
la hiel de tu traición. |
Que solo y triste me quede |
sin amor y sin fe |
y derrotado el corazón. |
Despues de libar traidora |
en el rosal de mi amor |
te marchas engañadora |
para buscar |
el encanto de otra flor; |
y buscando la más pura, |
la más linda de color, |
la ciegas con tu hermosura |
para después |
engañarla con tu amor. |
Ten cuidado, mariposa, |
de los sentidos amores, |
no te cieguen los fulgores |
de alguna falsa pasion, |
porque entonces pagaras |
toda tu maldad, |
toda tu traición. |
(translation) |
It's not that I'm sorry |
of having loved you so much, |
what saddens me is your forgetfulness |
and your betrayal |
I sink into bitter tears; |
if you could see, i'm so sad |
that I sing not to cry; |
if for your own good you left, |
for your good |
I must forgive you! |
That afternoon that I saw you |
I liked your print |
suburban pebeta, |
and without knowing why I followed you |
and the heart I gave you |
and it was just for my bad. |
Look if my love was sincere |
that I never imagined |
the gall of your betrayal. |
That alone and sad I stayed |
without love and without faith |
and defeated the heart. |
After libar treacherous |
in the rosebush of my love |
you leave cheating |
to search |
the charm of another flower; |
and looking for the purest, |
the most beautiful of color, |
you blind her with your beauty |
for later |
cheat on her with your love |
Be careful, butterfly, |
of the senses loves, |
do not be blinded by the glare |
of some false passion, |
because then you will pay |
all your evil, |
all your betrayal |