Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rocío, 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
Rocío(original) |
Con sombrero negro, con chaqueta corta |
En la brujas horas del anochecer |
Por mi calle abajo pasaba un mocito |
Del que sin saberlo yo me enamore |
Un domingo claro que abril sonreía |
Se paro en mi reja gallardo y juncal |
Y me dijo alegre: «con usted mi vida |
Unas palabritas tengo yo que hablar» |
Y hablamos de muchas cosas |
Que el viento se las llevo |
Tan solamente una copla |
En mi alma se quedo |
Rocío, ay mi Rocío! |
Manojito de claveles |
Capullito florecido; |
De pensar en tus quereres |
Voy a perder el sentido |
Porque te quiero mi vida |
Como nadie te ha querido |
Rocío ay mi Rocío! |
Se alejó el mocito de la vera mía |
Fue mentira todo lo que me juro |
Y mis ojos lloran tras la celosía |
Por aquel cariño que se marchito |
Ayer por la tarde hablando en su oido |
Con otra del brazo le he visto pasar; |
Me ha vuelto la cara, no se ha conmovido |
Pero estoy segura que me vio llorar |
Que a pesar de sus desprecios |
Yo no lo puedo olvidar |
Me acuerdo de aquella copla |
Que un día le oí cantar |
(translation) |
With a black hat, with a short jacket |
In the witching hours of dusk |
Down my street a boy passed |
The one that without knowing it I fell in love |
A clear Sunday that April smiled |
He stood on my fence gallardo and juncal |
And he told me happily: «with you my life |
I have a few words to speak» |
And we talked about many things |
Let the wind take them |
just a couplet |
In my soul it stayed |
Rocío, oh my Rocío! |
bunch of carnations |
flower bud; |
To think about your wishes |
I'm going to lose consciousness |
Because I love you my life |
Like no one has loved you |
Rocío oh my Rocío! |
The boy moved away from my side |
Everything I swore to myself was a lie |
And my eyes cry behind the lattice |
For that love that withered |
Yesterday afternoon speaking in his ear |
With another arm I have seen him pass; |
She has turned her face to me, she has not been moved |
But I'm sure she saw me cry |
That despite their contempt |
I can't forget it |
I remember that couplet |
That one day I heard him sing |