Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Malas Lenguas, artist - Carlos Vives. Album song Tengo Fe, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: Capitol Latin
Song language: Spanish
Malas Lenguas(original) |
De esas costumbres |
que hay en mi tierra |
pensaba yo de las malas lenguas |
Las que se esconden |
en la maleza |
y se van metiendo en la vida ajena |
No se preguntan |
no saben nada |
de lo que pasa en tu corazn |
y son los dueos de la palabra |
y dicen tener siempre la razn |
Que si soy de Santa Marta |
O si soy de Valledupar |
Que los pantalones cortos |
Que muy moderno al cantar |
Que el pelo largo es pania |
No saben ms que inventar |
Y si ahora lo tengo corto |
Ser padisimular |
Soy libre |
puedo cantar |
Pregntale |
A Leandro Daz |
Yo conoc a los juglares |
del ms all |
cant con Francisco el Hombre |
en la serrana |
Despus conoc a la gente |
de Bogot |
soaron con la canciones |
que me saba |
Y yo recuerdo cuando Inocencia |
me hablaba |
con su acento del Valle |
Y en su mirada de ojos azules |
vi reflejados los caahuates |
Que si soy de Santa Marta |
O si soy de Valledupar |
Que los pantalones cortos |
Que muy moderno al cantar |
Que el pelo largo es pania |
No saben ms que inventar |
Y si ahora lo tengo corto |
Ser padisimular |
Soy libre |
puedo cantar |
Pregntale |
A Leandro Daz |
Pregunta por m en la plaza de Valledaupar |
o en la casa de Hernandito |
hasta el otro da La noche cuando Emiliano |
me oy cantar |
con el acorden de Egidio |
La Gota Fra |
(translation) |
Of those customs |
what is in my land |
I thought about the gossip |
the ones that hide |
in the weed |
and they get into the lives of others |
they don't wonder |
they dont know anything |
of what happens in your heart |
and they are the owners of the word |
and they say they are always right |
What if I'm from Santa Marta |
Or if I'm from Valledupar |
that shorts |
How very modern when singing |
That long hair is pania |
They do not know more than to invent |
And if now I have it short |
to be dissimulating |
I am free |
I can sing |
ask him |
To Leandro Daz |
I met minstrels |
from beyond |
I sang with Francisco the Man |
in the mountain |
After I met the people |
from Bogota |
they dreamed of the songs |
who knew me |
And I remember when Innocence |
he spoke to me |
with her accent from Ella del Valle |
And in her look of her blue eyes |
I saw the peanuts reflected |
What if I'm from Santa Marta |
Or if I'm from Valledupar |
that shorts |
How very modern when singing |
That long hair is pania |
They do not know more than to invent |
And if now I have it short |
to be dissimulating |
I am free |
I can sing |
ask him |
To Leandro Daz |
Ask for me in the Plaza de Valledaupar |
or at Hernandito's house |
until the other day The night when Emiliano |
I heard myself sing |
with the Egidio accordion |
The Drop Fra |