Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Zarzamora, artist - Isabel Pantoja. Album song A Tu Vera, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Universal Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
La Zarzamora(original) |
En en café de Levante entre palmas y alegrías |
Cantaba la zarzamora; |
Se lo pusieron de mote porque dicen que tenia |
Los ojos como la mora |
Le hablo primero a un tratante, y olé |
Y luego fue de un Marques |
Que la lleno de brillantes, y olé |
De la cabeza a los pies |
Decía la gente que si era de hielo |
Que si de los hombres se estaba burlando |
Hasta que una noche, con rabia de celos |
A la zarzamora pillaron llorando |
¿Que tiene la zarzamora |
Que a todas horas |
Llora que llora por los rincones |
Ella que siempre reía |
Y presumía de que partía los corazones? |
De un querer hizo la prueba |
Y un cariño conoció |
Que la trae y que la lleva |
Por la calle del dolor |
Los flamencos del colmado |
La vigilan a deshora |
Porque se han empestillado |
En saber del querer desgraciado |
Que embrujo a la zarzamora |
Cuando Sonaban las doce una copla de agonía |
Lloraba la zarzamora |
Mas nadie daba razones ni el intríngulis sabia |
De aquella pena traidora |
Pero una noche al levante, y olé |
Fue a buscarla una mujer; |
Cuando la tuvo delante, y olé |
Se dijeron no se que |
De aquello que hablaron ninguno ha sabido |
Mas la zarzamora lo dijo llorando |
En una coplilla que pronto ha corrido |
Y que ya la gente la va publicando |
¿Que tiene la zarzamora |
Que a todas horas |
Llora que llora por los rincones |
Ella que siempre reía |
Y presumía de que partía los corazones? |
Lleva anillo de casado |
Me vinieron a decir |
Pero ya lo había besado |
Y era tarde para mi |
Que publiquen mi pecado |
Y el pesar que me devora |
Y que todos me den de lado |
Al saber del querer desgraciado |
Que embrujo a la zarzamora |
(translation) |
In Levante cafe between palms and joys |
The blackberry sang; |
They gave him a nickname because they say he had |
eyes like blackberry |
I speak to a trafficker first, and olé |
And then it was from a Marquis |
That I fill it with diamonds, and olé |
From head to toe |
People said that if she was made of ice |
What if he was making fun of men |
Until one night, in a rage of jealousy |
The blackberry was caught crying |
What does the blackberry have |
that at all hours |
Cry that cries in the corners |
She who always laughed |
And she bragged that she broke her hearts? |
Of a want she did the test |
And a love met |
Who brings her and who wears her |
down the street of pain |
The flamingos of the colmado |
They watch her at the wrong time |
Because they have been stuck |
In knowing the unhappy want |
that bewitched the blackberry |
When twelve o'clock sounded a couplet of agony |
She cried the blackberry |
But no one gave reasons nor did the intricacies know |
Of that treacherous sorrow |
But one night to the east, and olé |
She went to look for a woman; |
When he had her in front of her, and I smelled |
They said I don't know what |
None of what they talked about has known |
But the blackberry said it crying |
In a couplet that has soon run |
And that people are already publishing it |
What does the blackberry have |
that at all hours |
Cry that cries in the corners |
She who always laughed |
And she presumed that she broke hearts? |
She wears a wedding ring |
they came to tell me |
But she had already kissed him |
And it was late for me |
publish my sin |
And the sorrow that devours me |
And let everyone cast me aside |
Knowing about the unfortunate wanting |
that bewitched the blackberry |