Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Copla De Dos Tipos De Cuidado, artist - Jorge Negrete. Album song Parece Mentira, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 18.10.2009
Record label: bELA
Song language: Spanish
Copla De Dos Tipos De Cuidado(original) |
La gente dice sincera |
Cada que se hace un casorio |
Que el novio que entre la quiera |
Si no que le hagan velorio |
Para esta novia no hay pena |
Puede ser un buen marido |
Por que Bueno es cosa buena |
Por lo menos de apellido |
Jorge Bueno es muy bueno |
Hijo de Bueno también |
Y tu abuelo hay que bueno |
Que se llamara como él |
Jorge Negrete responde: |
Procurare ser tan bueno |
Como dice mi apellido |
Que se trague su veneno |
El que velorio ha pedido |
Pedro es Malo de apellido |
Retachar es su cuarteta |
El nomás es presumido |
Por que no es Malo… es maleta… |
Pedro Malo es muy malo |
Malo por obligación |
Y su abuelo… uy que malo |
Hay que comprarle su león |
Pedro Infante responde: |
En una mañana de oro |
Alguien nublaba el paisaje |
Eran un cuervo y un loro |
Arrancándose el plumaje |
Hay que olvidar lo pasado |
Y la culpable es la suerte |
Que bueno y malo mezclado |
En regular se convierte |
Yo soy Malo no lo niego |
Pero quisiera mezclar |
Malo y bueno, lo quitado |
Algo que sea regular… |
Jorge Negrete contesta: |
Y ese alacrán de carroña |
Un colmenar visitaba |
Para ver si la ponzoña |
Con la miel se le quitaba |
Como no será lo bueno |
Para el placer del malvado… |
Con la miel y su veneno |
Ahi anda el pobre purgado |
Que lo entienda y lo entienda |
Si es que lo sabe entender |
Y si acaso no lo entiende |
Hay que obligarlo a entender |
Pedro Infante le contesta: |
Te consta que no soy tonto |
Como tú… lo has presumido |
Tonto no… si entrometido |
Por el hambre de amistades |
El hambre siempre la calmo |
Con el manjar del amigo |
Mendigo es si no mendigo |
El que roba a sus amigos |
(Negrete).- Tú lo dices |
(Infante).- Lo sostengo |
(Negrete).- No te vayas a cansar |
(Infante).- No le saques* |
(Negrete).- No le saco* |
(Infante).- Pues se acabo este cantar… |
Nota: *no le saques= no tengas miedo… |
(translation) |
people say sincere |
Every time a marriage is made |
That the boyfriend who enters wants her |
If not, let them hold a wake |
For this bride there is no shame |
She can be a good husband |
Because Good is a good thing |
At least last name |
Jorge Bueno is very good |
son of good too |
And your grandfather is so good |
to be named after him |
Jorge Negrete answers: |
I'll try to be as good |
as my last name says |
Let him swallow his poison |
The one who has requested a wake |
Pedro has a bad surname |
Retachar is his quatrain |
He is just smug |
Because it's not Bad... it's a suitcase... |
Pedro Malo is very bad |
bad by obligation |
And his grandfather of him... oh how bad |
You have to buy his lion |
Pedro Infante replies: |
On a golden morning |
someone clouded the landscape |
They were a raven and a parrot |
Plucking the plumage |
We have to forget the past |
And the culprit is luck |
That good and bad mixed |
In regular becomes |
I am Bad I do not deny it |
but i would like to mix |
Bad and good, I took it away |
Something regular... |
Jorge Negrete answers: |
And that carrion scorpion |
An apiary visited |
To see if the poison |
With the honey it was removed |
as it will not be good |
For the pleasure of the wicked… |
With honey and its poison |
There goes the poor purged |
That he understands and understands |
If he knows how to understand |
And if he doesn't understand |
You have to force him to understand |
Pedro Infante replies: |
You know that I'm not stupid |
Like you… you have presumed it |
Silly no… yes nosy |
For the hunger for friendships |
Hunger always calmed her |
With the delicacy of the friend |
beggar is yes no beggar |
The one who steals from his friends |
(Negrete).- You say it |
(Infant).- I hold it |
(Negrete).- Don't get tired |
(Infant).- Don't take him out * |
(Negrete).- I didn't take him out* |
(Infante).- Well, this song is over… |
Note: *don't take him out= don't be afraid... |