Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Milonga Del Solitario, artist - José Larralde. Date of issue: 18.04.2003
Song language: Spanish
Milonga Del Solitario(original) |
| Me gusta de vez en cuando |
| Perderme en un bordoneo |
| Porque bordoneando veo |
| Que ni yo mismo me mando |
| Las cuerdas van hilvanando |
| Los rumbos del pensamiento |
| Y en el trotecito lento |
| De una milonga campera |
| Van saliendo campo ajuera |
| Lo mejor del sentimiento |
| Ninguno debe pensar |
| Que vengo en son de revancha |
| No es mi culpa si en la cancha |
| Tengo con qué galopiar |
| El que me quiera ganar |
| Hay tener buen parejero |
| Yo me quitaré el sombrero |
| Porque así me han enseñado |
| Y me doy por bien pagao |
| Dentrando atrás del primero |
| Toda la noche he cantao |
| Con el alma entristecida |
| Que el canto es la abierta |
| Herida de un sentimiento sagrao |
| A naides tengo a mi lao |
| Porque no busco piedad |
| Desprecio la caridad |
| Por la vergüenza que encierra |
| Soy… soy como león de las sierras: |
| Vivo y muero en soledad |
| Si la muerte traicionera |
| Me acogota a su palenque |
| Haganme con dos rebenques |
| La cruz pa mi cabecera |
| Si muero en mi madriguera |
| Mirando los horizontes |
| No quiero cruces ni aprontes |
| Ni encargos para el eterno |
| Tal vez pasado el invierno |
| Me dé sus flores el monte |
| (translation) |
| I like it from time to time |
| Lose myself in a drone |
| Because humming around I see |
| That I didn't even send myself |
| The ropes are basting |
| The directions of thought |
| And in the slow trot |
| From a rural milonga |
| They go out into the field |
| the best of feeling |
| no one should think |
| That I come in are of revenge |
| It's not my fault if on the court |
| I have what to gallop with |
| The one who wants to win me |
| You have to have a good partner |
| I will take off my hat |
| Because that's how I've been taught |
| And I consider myself well paid |
| Entering behind the first |
| All night I sang |
| With a sad soul |
| That singing is the open |
| Wound of a sacred feeling |
| A naides I have at my side |
| Because I do not seek mercy |
| I despise charity |
| For the shame it holds |
| I am… I am like a lion of the mountains: |
| I live and die alone |
| If treacherous death |
| He puts me to his palenque |
| make me with two rebenques |
| The cross for my head |
| If I die in my burrow |
| Looking at the horizons |
| I do not want crosses or approaches |
| Nor commissions for the eternal |
| maybe past the winter |
| give me the flowers of her the mountain |