Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ladrillo, artist - Carlos Gardel. Album song Tango Argentino, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 14.05.2020
Record label: Pirames International, Saar
Song language: Spanish
Ladrillo(original) |
En la penitenciaria |
Ladrillo llora sus penas |
Cumpliendo injusta condena |
Aunque mato en buena ley |
Los jueces lo condenaron |
Sin comprender que Ladrillo |
Fue siempre bueno sencillo |
Trabjador como un buey |
Ladrillo esta en la carcel el barrio lo estraña |
Sus dulces seratas ya no se oyen mas |
Los chicos ya no tiene su amigo querido |
Que siempre moneditas les dab al pasar |
Los Jueves y Domingo se ve una viejita |
Llevar un paquetito al que preso esta |
De vuelta la viejita los niños preguntan |
Ladrillo cuando sale, solo dios sabra |
El dia que con un baile su compromiso cellaba |
Un compadron molestba a la que era su amor |
Jugando entonces su vida, enduelo criollo Ladrillo |
Le sepulto su cuchillo, partiendole el corazon |
Ladrillo esta en la carcel el barrio lo estraña |
Sus dulces seratas ya no se oyen mas |
Los chicos ya no tiene su amigo querido |
Que siempre moneditas les dab al pasar |
Los Jueves y Domingo se ve una viejita |
Llevar un paquetito al que preso esta |
De vuelta la viejita los niños preguntan |
Ladrillo cuando sale, solo dios sabra |
(translation) |
in the penitentiary |
Brick cries his sorrows |
Serving an unjust sentence |
Although I kill in good law |
The judges sentenced him |
Without understanding that Brick |
He was always good simple |
worker like an ox |
Brick is in jail, the neighborhood misses him |
His sweet seratas are no longer heard |
The boys no longer have their dear friend |
That always little coins dab them when passing |
On Thursdays and Sundays you see an old lady |
Take a small package to the prisoner |
The old lady is back, the children ask |
Brick when he comes out, God only knows |
The day that with a dance his commitment to him cellaba |
A compadron bothered the one who was his love |
Playing then his life from him, brick creole duel |
I buried his knife from him, breaking his heart |
Brick is in jail, the neighborhood misses him |
His sweet seratas are no longer heard |
The boys no longer have their dear friend |
That always little coins dab them when passing |
On Thursdays and Sundays you see an old lady |
Take a small package to the prisoner |
The old lady is back, the children ask |
Brick when he comes out, God only knows |