Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poco a Poco, artist - El Barrio.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: Spanish
Poco a Poco(original) |
Tirame las trenzas desde tu ventana |
Tirame las trenzas que quiero hacerte el |
Amor hasta que llegue la mañana |
Tirame las trenzas no me dejes en la calle |
No me dejes en la calle por Dios |
Tirame las trenzas que esta noche hace |
Frio y necesito tu calor |
La luna, la luna, la luna me ha comentado |
Que si puede ser mi amante, la noche, la noche |
Que ya me ha echado las bendiciones que si estoy seguro «pa lante» |
Porque a mi no me coge de sorpresa que |
La luna se enamore del que mas habla con ella, el que asoma a la ventana |
Y lo mismo cuenta alegrias que le cuenta alguna pena |
Y la que me ha dejado dormir en un pico de su cara, como dije en una letra |
Ay! |
la luna |
La luna me ha comentado que si puede ser mi amante |
Cuando yo me vaya haz con ella lo que quieras |
Pero delante mia piensa que tiene 19 primaveras |
Portate como es debido como los hombres cabales |
Como dijo caracol no me las dejes llorando |
Delante de mis lumbrales |
Y yo me ire como las golondrinas |
Cuando va acercando el frio |
Beberas de otros arroyuelos |
Volaras en otro cielo, dormiras en otro nio |
Y una vez que sin rumbo va |
Va moribundo sin tener nada seguro |
Te acordaras de un paraiso donde solo habia verde |
Y ahora solo veo oscuro |
Por eso poco a poco |
Me consumo poco a poco |
Se termina poco a poco |
«CAI» no llores por mi, ni te enceles vida mia |
Porque de Sevilla me he traido el Guadalquivir |
El mar de los malagueños y el vergel de mi Almería |
No llores por mi, ni te enceles vida mia |
Porque de Granada me he traido el Albaicin |
La mezquita de Cordoba y de Huelva Punta Umbría |
No llores por mi, porque Jaén me haya dado un olivo |
No llores vida mia porque en tus calles |
Siempre lleva gracia y arte |
Y llevo por estandarte mi barrio Santa María |
(translation) |
Throw my braids from your window |
Throw me the braids that I want to make you |
Love until the morning comes |
Throw my braids don't leave me in the street |
Don't leave me on the street for God's sake |
Throw me the braids that she does tonight |
Cold and I need your heat |
The moon, the moon, the moon has told me |
That if you can be my lover, the night, the night |
That she has already given me the blessings that if I am sure "pa lante" |
Because it doesn't surprise me that |
The moon falls in love with the one who talks to her the most, the one who looks out the window |
And the same counts joys that tells him some sorrow |
And the one that has let me sleep on a peak of her face, as I said in a letter |
Oh! |
Moon |
The moon has told me that she can be my lover |
When I leave, do with her what you want |
But in front of me she thinks that she is 19 years old |
Behave properly like sane men |
As the snail said, don't leave me crying |
In front of my thresholds |
And I will go like the swallows |
When she gets closer to the cold |
You will drink from other streams |
You will fly in another sky, you will sleep in another child |
And once she aimlessly she goes |
He goes dying without having anything sure |
Will you remember a paradise where there was only green |
And now I only see dark |
That's why little by little |
I consume myself little by little |
It ends little by little |
"CAI" don't cry for me, don't worry about my life |
Because I brought the Guadalquivir from Seville |
The sea of Malaga and the orchard of my Almería |
Don't cry for me, don't worry about my life |
Because I brought the Albaicin from Granada |
The Mosque of Cordoba and Huelva Punta Umbría |
Don't cry for me, because Jaén has given me an olive tree |
Don't cry my life because in your streets |
Always carry grace and art |
And I carry my Santa María neighborhood as a banner |