Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Retales , by - El Barrio. Song from the album Hasta el Fin de los Tiempos, in the genre ПопRelease date: 09.12.2012
Record label: Flamenco Abierto
Song language: Spanish
Retales(original) |
| Sueña no sueñes |
| Invemta no invente |
| Intenta no intente |
| Tu a mi no me convences |
| Retales |
| Con retal de una telita |
| Hice un pañuelo de lunares |
| Con 2 piedras cristalinas |
| Hice mi niña unos corales |
| Y he pintao tu carita |
| Y se la he enseñao a mi gemte |
| Pa que vea lo que vales |
| Retales de vestio grana |
| Grana como los mantones |
| Que tienes en tu ventana |
| Si vieras amor |
| Lo bonito que es el mundo |
| Visto desde mi balcon |
| Aun te sientes como el aire |
| Que esta lleno de detalles |
| Pa abrir tu corazon |
| Llorando, llorando |
| Te has pasaito el invierno |
| Llorando (x2) |
| Y no hay mejor castigo |
| Si has dao sufrimiento |
| Que de remordimiento |
| Tu mueras penando |
| No quiero que te vayas |
| Tampoco que te quedes |
| No se no lo que quiero |
| Y yo no le voy a pedir al tiempo |
| Que me ayude el pensamiento |
| Que me he vuelto muy sensible |
| Con las cositas que yo quiero |
| Si quieres irte de mi lao |
| Vete ya (x2) |
| Porque me parece extraño (x2) |
| Haber dormio contigo |
| Y no tocarte los labios |
| (translation) |
| dream don't dream |
| Invemta not invent |
| try don't try |
| You do not convince me |
| scraps |
| With a piece of fabric |
| I made a polka dot scarf |
| With 2 crystal stones |
| I made my girl some corals |
| And I have painted your little face |
| And I have taught it to my gemte |
| so he can see what you're worth |
| Remnants of scarlet clothing |
| Grana like the shawls |
| What do you have in your window |
| if you saw love |
| how beautiful the world is |
| seen from my balcony |
| You still feel like air |
| that is full of details |
| to open your heart |
| crying, crying |
| you spent the winter |
| crying (x2) |
| And there is no better punishment |
| If you have caused suffering |
| what a remorse |
| you die sorrowing |
| I do not want you to go |
| Nor that you stay |
| I don't know what I want |
| And I'm not going to ask time |
| Let my thought help me |
| that I have become very sensitive |
| With the little things that I want |
| If you want to leave my side |
| go now (x2) |
| Because it seems strange to me (x2) |
| having slept with you |
| And don't touch your lips |