Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jorobita, artist - Cri-CriDate of issue: 13.07.2008
Song language: Spanish
Jorobita(original) |
| Por el desierto |
| Un pobre camello pasó |
| Ofustalmut ala |
| Iba sediento, cansado |
| Muerto de calor |
| Marfajet marajha |
| Pero por suerte no lejos de ahí |
| Unas palmeras lo vieron venir |
| Y lo llamaron a voces diciendole así: |
| Si es que tú quieres beber |
| Si tú quieres descansar |
| Pues no dejes de venir acá |
| Además has de saber |
| Que te quiere conocer |
| Cuanto antes nuestro Gran Sultán |
| Solitario y quejumbroso |
| El turbante lo fatiga |
| Pues no tiene más negocio |
| Que rascarse la barriga |
| Jorobita, por favor |
| Ven a ver al buen Sultán |
| Y así ya no tendrás más calor |
| Dando traspiés en la arena |
| Despacio avanzó |
| Iba sacando la lengua |
| Y se tambaleó … |
| Y las palmeras, a todo correr |
| Desde el oasis salieron por él |
| Pues el cansado camello se iba a caer |
| A la sombra del jardín |
| El sultán Balunk Salim |
| En la boca le sirvió un «ice cream» |
| El desmayo fue fugaz |
| Y el camello muy voraz |
| Despertó para pedirle más |
| Como a mí me sobra esbacio |
| Si usted quieres consentir |
| Te regalo mi balacio |
| Todo entero bara ti |
| Y a la diestra del sultán |
| Sentadito en un diván |
| (translation) |
| Through the desert |
| A poor camel passed |
| ofustalmut wing |
| I was thirsty, tired |
| dead of heat |
| marfajet marajha |
| But luckily not far from there |
| Some palm trees saw it coming |
| And they called out to him saying thus: |
| if you want to drink |
| if you want to rest |
| Well, don't stop coming here |
| Also you have to know |
| who wants to meet you |
| The sooner our Great Sultan |
| lonely and whiny |
| The turban tires him |
| Well, he has no more business |
| Than scratch your belly |
| humpback please |
| Come see the good Sultan |
| And so you will no longer be hot |
| stumbling in the sand |
| slowly advanced |
| I was sticking out my tongue |
| And he staggered... |
| And the palm trees, at full speed |
| From the oasis they came out for him |
| Well the tired camel was going to fall |
| In the shade of the garden |
| Sultan Balunk Salim |
| In his mouth he served an "ice cream" |
| The fainting was fleeting |
| And the very voracious camel |
| He woke up to ask her for more |
| As I have spare space |
| If you want to consent |
| I give you my balacio |
| All whole for you |
| And to the right hand of the sultan |
| Sitting on a divan |