Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Que Llegue El Domingo (Bulería), artist - Estrella Morente. Album song 15 Años con Estrella, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 27.10.2016
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Que Llegue El Domingo (Bulería)(original) |
Deja que llegue el domingo, deja |
Que se recojan las cabras |
Que no tienen domicilio |
Tú no ideabas ná bueno |
Poruqe tienes tú en las venas |
En vez de sangre veneno |
Personas que se han querido |
Y se encuentran por las calles |
O se mudan de color |
O se hacen un desaire |
Malaya sea este sueño |
Que tanto he dormido |
Que se han llevao ami compañero |
Y yo no lo he sentido |
Que se han llevao a mi compañero |
Y o no lo he resentido |
Quisiera mejor estar loca |
Y mis penas no sentir |
Porque sintiendo mis penas |
Mis penas no tienen fin |
Mi pena es muy mala |
Porque es una pena que yo no quisiera |
Que se me quitara |
Vino como viene, son saber de dónde |
El agua a los mares |
Los vientos al monte |
Vino y se ha quedao en mi corazón |
Como el amargo |
La corteza verde |
Verde, verde, verde limón |
Pá qué tú me preguntas, qué viento corre |
Siendo tú la veleta y yo la torre |
Malaya sea la persona |
Que me ha enseñao |
A querer |
Que estaba yo en mi sentío |
Y ahora me encuentro sin él |
(translation) |
Let Sunday come, let |
let the goats be gathered |
who do not have a home |
You didn't think of anything good |
Because you have in your veins |
Instead of poison blood |
People who have loved each other |
And they meet in the streets |
Or they change color |
Or they snub each other |
Malaya be this dream |
How much have I slept |
What have they taken my partner |
And I haven't felt it |
That they have taken my partner |
And o I have not resented it |
I would rather be crazy |
And my sorrows do not feel |
Because feeling my sorrows |
my sorrows have no end |
my sorrow is very bad |
Because it's a shame that I didn't want to |
that it be taken away from me |
Came as it comes, they are knowing where |
The water to the seas |
The winds to the mountain |
It came and has stayed in my heart |
like the bitter |
the green bark |
green, green, lime green |
Why do you ask me, what wind runs |
Being you the weathervane and me the tower |
Malaya be the person |
that she has taught me |
To want |
that I was in my feeling |
And now I find myself without him |