Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Casita Blanca, artist - Joan Manuel Serrat. Date of issue: 29.11.2018
Song language: Spanish
La Casita Blanca(original) |
| En ese abrevadero |
| Amable y romántico |
| El amor fue amo y señor |
| Y hoy bajo su alero |
| No anidan más pájaros |
| Que las palomas donde da el sol |
| Quizá le llamaban La Casita Blanca |
| Por tener terraza de sábana inquieta |
| O quizá porque |
| El amor furtivo |
| Tiene ojos de amigo |
| Y pluma de poeta |
| Y en sus pasillos |
| Extravió unos calzoncillos |
| Cuidó gentilmente |
| Y por un precio módico |
| Aquel desliz madrugador |
| Cuando ella con la compra |
| Y usted con el periódico |
| Desayunaban incierto amor |
| O cuando una boca murmuró al oído |
| El lenguaje tibio de la ropa blanca |
| Cuando los bolsillos |
| Rebosaban besos |
| La Casita Blanca |
| Le proporcionaba |
| «algo» discreto |
| Donde encerrar un secreto |
| Un mundo de espejos |
| A media luz pálida |
| Y un perfume familiar |
| Que se acurrucan contra |
| La puerta metálica |
| Que ha clausurado la autoridad |
| Los vecinos hablan… Las brujas retozan… |
| Y un par de pichones huye al descampado |
| Y un viejo ex-cliente |
| Pura sensatez |
| Hace bloques de |
| Pisos amueblados |
| En un tono rosa |
| Pero aquello era otra cosa |
| (translation) |
| in that watering hole |
| friendly and romantic |
| love was master and lord |
| And today under its eaves |
| No more birds nest |
| That the pigeons where the sun shines |
| Maybe they called it La Casita Blanca |
| For having a restless sheet terrace |
| Or maybe because |
| the sneaky love |
| He has friendly eyes |
| and poet's pen |
| And in its corridors |
| She lost some underpants |
| She kindly cared |
| And for a modest price |
| That early slip |
| When she with the purchase |
| And you with the newspaper |
| They had breakfast uncertain love |
| Or when a mouth whispered in the ear |
| The lukewarm language of white clothes |
| when the pockets |
| kisses were brimming |
| The White House |
| she provided him |
| discreet "something" |
| Where to lock up a secret |
| A world of mirrors |
| In pale half light |
| And a familiar perfume |
| that snuggle up against |
| the metal door |
| That has closed the authority |
| The neighbors talk… The witches cavort… |
| And a couple of pigeons flee to the wasteland |
| And an old ex-client |
| pure good sense |
| She makes blocks of |
| Furnished flats |
| in a pink hue |
| But that was something else |