Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mi Forma de Flamenquito, artist - El Barrio. Album song Hasta el Fin de los Tiempos, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 09.12.2012
Record label: Flamenco Abierto
Song language: Spanish
Mi Forma de Flamenquito(original) |
Me encontraba muy deprimío |
Y me sentaba |
En una piedra cuadrá |
Como sombra tenia un olivo |
Y como compañía la soledad |
Busco tu pelito, prima, negro |
Y no lo puedo encontrar |
Y no lo puedo encontrar |
La luna me ha hecho |
Un trajecito negro de alpaca |
Que mira con el mira, mira |
Que mira con el anda y anda |
Alguien dijo |
Que el amor era necesario |
Que era como una rosa |
En medio de un campo |
Que era querer a una persona |
Y darle tanto, tanto y tanto |
Que cuando te veas solo |
Te sientas abandonao |
Alguien dijo que el amor, (x2) |
Era necesario |
Tu madre no tiene corazón |
Y naquera muy mal de mi |
Se cree que con el cante |
Lo arreglo yo to |
Y es que sin el cante |
Yo no podría vivir |
A ve que hacemos con tu mare |
Porque me gustas tu |
Y me gusta el cantecito |
Y a mi no se me pue quitar |
Lo que llevo desde chiquitito |
Tu mare, tu mare, tu mare |
Anda y ve dile a tu mare |
Mi forma de flamenquito |
Y que me gusta un pelito arrecogio |
Y unos zarcillos de corales |
Una carilla muy gitana |
Y un pañuelo que de lunares |
En mi fragua esta mañana |
Prima, yo escuche cantar |
A María la Repompa |
A Fernando Terremoto |
María soleá |
¡Ay! |
Como se quejaban |
En un mano a mano |
Pero respetaban |
Al mejor de to los tiempos |
Que a su vez cantaba |
Como el agua |
Como el agua |
Como el agua |
Como el agua fría |
Que cae de la fuente clara |
Quien no ha cantao |
En una juerga |
En una borrachera |
En una noche inquieta |
En una casa puerta |
En una de las peñas |
Por dios José |
(translation) |
I was very depressed |
and I sat |
On a square stone |
As a shadow he had an olive tree |
And loneliness as a company |
I'm looking for your little hair, cousin, black |
And I can't find it |
And I can't find it |
the moon has made me |
A little black alpaca suit |
Who looks with him, look, look |
Who looks with him and walks |
someone said |
that love was necessary |
that was like a rose |
In the middle of a field |
What was it like to love a person? |
And give him so much, so much and so much |
That when you see yourself alone |
you feel abandoned |
Someone said love, (x2) |
Was necessary |
your mother has no heart |
And she naked very badly at me |
It is believed that with the singing |
I fix it |
And it is that without the cante |
I could not live |
Let's see what we do with your mare |
Because I like you |
And I like the little song |
And it can't be taken away from me |
What I've been wearing since I was little |
Your mother, your mother, your mother |
Go and see tell your mare |
my way of little flamingo |
And that I like a little hair |
And some coral tendrils |
A very gypsy face |
And a scarf with polka dots |
In my forge this morning |
Cousin, I heard you sing |
To Maria the Repompa |
To Fernando Earthquake |
Maria solea |
Oh! |
how they complained |
In a heads up |
but they respected |
To the best of times |
who in turn sang |
Like the water |
Like the water |
Like the water |
like cold water |
That falls from the clear fountain |
who has not sung |
on a spree |
on a binge |
on a restless night |
in a door house |
In one of the rocks |
oh my god joseph |