Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don Manuel Sr. Molina, artist - El Barrio. Album song La Voz de Mi Silencio, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 14.10.2007
Record label: Flamenco Abierto
Song language: Spanish
Don Manuel Sr. Molina(original) |
No me quites la arena |
De estos zapatos |
Porque esta arena es de la playa de la Albarrosa |
Deja que mueran los zapatos |
Con el vaivén de las olas |
Y como muere la primavera |
Ay! |
cuanto alumbran sus conchas |
Noo! |
me quites la arena de estos zapatos |
Porque esta arena es de la playa de la Albarrosa |
Piénsalo, medítalo |
Si quieres sueña |
Pero por favor |
No te entretengas que mi corazón |
Se está muriendo de pena.(bis) |
Ayy! |
que caiga la tarde |
Deja que la tarde caiga |
Y por fin ya podremos amarnos |
Besarnos y tocarnos |
Sin prisa y sin pausa |
Tienes un cuerpo tan bonito |
Que hasta tu espejo se recrea |
Y quién pudiera ser el vestito |
De algodón, de lino, seda |
Y lo importante es rozar tu cuerpesito |
Si la tarde y el viento y |
Las ganas se ponen de acuerdo amor! |
Y nos dejan |
Metio en la fardiquera metio |
En la fardiqueraa |
Hay dos moneillas de cobre |
Por cierto no tengo |
No me llega pa comprarte |
Lo que mi niña quiere |
Y qué dificil es quererte |
Y eso que pongo de mi parte |
Más dificil es aborrecerte |
Cuando no ha pasao un momento |
Y en que no he dejao de amarte. |
Si quiere un sueño bonito |
Cuando me quede dormio |
Anda súbete a mi cama |
Y me arranca dos besitos |
Ay! |
amor mio ay! |
amor. |
Y no tiene mayor castigo |
No tienee mayor castigo |
Que estar soñando con otro |
Y durmiendote conmigo |
(Para usted, Don Manuel) |
Manuel Molina, Manuel Molina |
Me trazo en las verdades |
Y las verdades son doctrinas |
No hay ni universidades |
La lección la da Triana |
Hundio y en el paso de los años |
Tu barba y tu pelo largo |
Y tu fiel vieja guitarra |
Ay! |
Sevilla, Sevilla, Sevilla |
Duerme tranquila por tus calles y tus esquinas |
Que está cantando una nana |
Don Manuel señor Molina (bis) |
Por si Dios me diera el don |
O la oportunidad de reencarnarme en otra vida |
A mi me gustaria ser olivo |
Para seguir siendo el cautivo |
De la vieja Andalucía. |
(translation) |
Don't take the sand from me |
of these shoes |
Because this sand is from the Albarrosa beach |
let the shoes die |
With the swaying of the waves |
And how spring dies |
Oh! |
How much light do their shells |
nooo! |
take the sand out of these shoes |
Because this sand is from the Albarrosa beach |
think about it, think about it |
if you want dream |
But please |
Do not entertain my heart |
He is dying of grief. (bis) |
Ouch! |
let the afternoon fall |
Let the evening fall |
And finally we can love each other |
kiss and touch |
Without haste and without pause |
you have such a nice body |
That even your mirror is recreated |
And who could be the little dress |
cotton, linen, silk |
And the important thing is to touch your little body |
If the afternoon and the wind and |
The desire agrees love! |
and leave us |
He put in the fardiquera he put |
In the fardiquera |
There are two copper coins |
By the way I don't have |
I don't get to buy you |
what my girl wants |
And how difficult it is to love you |
And that I put on my side |
It is more difficult to hate you |
When not a moment has passed |
And in that I have not stopped loving you. |
If she wants a nice dream |
when i fall asleep |
Come on get on my bed |
And she gives me two little kisses |
Oh! |
my love oh! |
love. |
And he has no greater punishment |
It has no greater punishment |
Than be dreaming of another |
and sleeping with me |
(For you, Don Manuel) |
Manuel Molina, Manuel Molina |
I trace myself in the truths |
And truths are doctrines |
There are no universities |
The lesson is given by Triana |
Sunken and over the years |
Your beard and your long hair |
And your trusty old guitar |
Oh! |
Seville, Seville, Seville |
Sleep peacefully through your streets and your corners |
that a lullaby is singing |
Don Manuel Mr. Molina (bis) |
In case God gave me the gift |
Or the chance to reincarnate in another life |
I would like to be olive tree |
To remain the captive |
From old Andalusia. |