Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chiquillada , by - Jorge Cafrune. Release date: 19.09.2010
Song language: Spanish
Chiquillada(original) |
| Pantalón cortito |
| Bolsita de los recuerdos |
| Pantalón cortito |
| Con un solo tirador |
| Con cinco medias hicimos la pelota |
| Y aquella siesta perdimos por un gol |
| Una perrita que andaba abandonada |
| Pasó a ser la mascota del cuadro que ganó |
| Pantalón cortito |
| Bolsita de los recuerdos |
| Pantalón cortito |
| Con un solo tirador |
| Dice el abuelo que en los días de brisa |
| Los ángeles chiquitos se vienen desde el sol |
| Y bailotean prendidos a las cometas |
| Flores de primer cielo |
| Caña y papel color |
| Medía galleta, rompiendo los bolsillos |
| Palitos mojarreros, saltitos de gorrión |
| Los muchachitos de toda la manzana |
| Cuando el sol pica en pila |
| Se van pa´l cañadón |
| Pantalón cortito |
| Bolsita de los recuerdos |
| Pantalón cortito |
| Con un solo tirador |
| Yo ya no entiendo que quieren los vecinos |
| Uno nunca hace nada y a cual más rezongón |
| La calle es libre si queremos pasarlo |
| Corriendo tras del aro, llevando el andador |
| Bochón de a medio, patrón de la vereda |
| Te juro no te pago, aunque gane el matón |
| Dos dientes de leche me costaste, gordito |
| La soba de la vieja, pero te tengo yo |
| Pantalón cortito |
| Bolsita de los recuerdos |
| Pantalón cortito |
| Con un solo tirador |
| Fiesta en los charcos cuando para la lluvia |
| Caracoles y ranas y niños a jugar |
| El viento empuja botecitos de estraza |
| Lindo haberlo vivido pa' poderlo cantar |
| Pantalón cortito |
| Bolsita de los recuerdos |
| Pantalón cortito |
| Con un solo tirador |
| Chiquillada, chiquillada, chiquillada |
| (translation) |
| short pants |
| bag of memories |
| short pants |
| With a single shooter |
| With five stockings we made the ball |
| And that siesta we lost by a goal |
| A dog that was abandoned |
| She happened to be the mascot of the box that won |
| short pants |
| bag of memories |
| short pants |
| With a single shooter |
| Grandfather says that on windy days |
| The little angels come from the sun |
| And they dance attached to the kites |
| flowers of first sky |
| Cane and colored paper |
| Half biscuit, breaking pockets |
| Mojarrero sticks, sparrow jumps |
| The little boys around the block |
| When the sun hits the pile |
| They go to the canyon |
| short pants |
| bag of memories |
| short pants |
| With a single shooter |
| I no longer understand what the neighbors want |
| One never does anything and to which more grumbling |
| The street is free if we want to pass it |
| Running after the hoop, carrying the walker |
| Lump of medium, pattern of the sidewalk |
| I swear I won't pay you, even if the thug wins |
| You cost me two milk teeth, chubby |
| The soba of the old woman, but I have you |
| short pants |
| bag of memories |
| short pants |
| With a single shooter |
| Party in the puddles when the rain stops |
| Snails and frogs and children to play |
| The wind pushes little boats of straw |
| Nice to have lived it to be able to sing it |
| short pants |
| bag of memories |
| short pants |
| With a single shooter |
| Childish, childish, childish |