Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Orgullo, 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
Orgullo(original) |
Hay gente que se pregunta |
Porque en todos los conciertos |
Nos reunimos tanta peña |
Porque todos con sombrero |
Pase pronto que le explico |
Pase pronto caballero |
Vera usted gente con arte |
Y con mucho sentimiento |
Somos distintos, (somos distintos) |
Todos cantamos, (todos cantamos) |
Somos amigos, (somos amigos) |
Somos humanos, (somos humanos) |
Tenemos un himno, (tenemos un himno) |
Que por bandera, (que por bandera) |
Si quieres oirlo, (si quieres oirlo) |
Pues no se mueva, no se mueva |
No se mueva, no se mueva… |
Somos los barrieros |
Y venimos todos a una |
Debajo de mi sombrero |
Mi alma blanca, blanca como la espuma |
Orgullo de barriero |
Bohemios y soñadores |
No tenemos mas fortuna que nuestra luna |
El sombrero y las canciones |
Asi que no se entretenga |
Pongase pronto un sombrero |
Si algun dia le preguntan |
Si ha vivido usted un concierto |
Le conteste urgentemente |
Yo le explico caballero |
Hoy me siento diferente |
Siento como un barriero |
Somos distintos, (somos distintos) |
Todos cantamos, (todos cantamos) |
Somos amigos, (somos amigos) |
Somos humanos, (somos humanos) |
Tenemos un himno, (tenemos un himno) |
Que por bandera, (que por bandera) |
Si quieres oirlo, (si quieres oirlo) |
Pues no se mueva, no se mueva |
No se mueva, no se mueva… |
Somos los barrieros |
Y venimos todos a una |
Debajo de mi sombrero |
Mi alma blanca, blanca como la espuma |
Orgullo de barriero |
Bohemios y soñadores |
No tenemos mas fortuna que nuestra luna |
El sombrero y las canciones |
Y a traves de las estrellas |
Mi voz viaja por el tiempo |
Mi alma contenta mi pluma |
Mi pluma adormece el silencio |
No soy producto de nadie |
Mi constancia es enemiga de los premios |
Este mundo que esta lleno de disfraces |
Y puñales que se esconden tras unos besos |
No soy mas rico que nadie |
Soy feliz con mucho o poco que ahora tengo |
Son los años los que saben compensarme |
Y este orgullo de sentirme barriero |
Somos los barrieros |
Y venimos todos a una |
Debajo de mi sombrero |
Mi alma blanca, blanca como la espuma |
Orgullo de barriero |
Bohemios y soñadores |
No tenemos mas fortuna que nuestra luna |
El sombrero y las canciones |
(translation) |
There are people who wonder |
Because at all the concerts |
We meet so much rock |
because everyone with a hat |
Come soon I'll explain |
come soon sir |
You will see people with art |
and with a lot of feeling |
We are different, (we are different) |
We all sing, (we all sing) |
We are friends, (we are friends) |
We are human, (we are human) |
We have an anthem, (we have an anthem) |
That by flag, (that by flag) |
If you want to hear it, (if you want to hear it) |
Well don't move, don't move |
Don't move, don't move... |
We are the sweepers |
And we all come together |
under my hat |
My white soul, white as foam |
neighborhood pride |
Bohemians and dreamers |
We have no more fortune than our moon |
The hat and the songs |
So don't dawdle |
put on a hat soon |
If one day they ask you |
If you have experienced a concert |
I answered urgently |
I'll explain gentleman |
Today I feel different |
I feel like a barriero |
We are different, (we are different) |
We all sing, (we all sing) |
We are friends, (we are friends) |
We are human, (we are human) |
We have an anthem, (we have an anthem) |
That by flag, (that by flag) |
If you want to hear it, (if you want to hear it) |
Well don't move, don't move |
Don't move, don't move... |
We are the sweepers |
And we all come together |
under my hat |
My white soul, white as foam |
neighborhood pride |
Bohemians and dreamers |
We have no more fortune than our moon |
The hat and the songs |
And through the stars |
My voice travels through time |
my soul content my pen |
My pen numbs the silence |
I am not a product of anyone |
My constancy is the enemy of prizes |
This world that is full of costumes |
And daggers that hide behind a few kisses |
I am not richer than anyone |
I am happy with much or little that I now have |
It's the years that know how to compensate me |
And this pride of feeling swept away |
We are the sweepers |
And we all come together |
under my hat |
My white soul, white as foam |
neighborhood pride |
Bohemians and dreamers |
We have no more fortune than our moon |
The hat and the songs |