Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La tabaquera, artist - Jose Luis Perales. Album song Para vosotros canto, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.10.2014
Record label: Hispavox
Song language: Spanish
La tabaquera(original) |
Sonrisas bajo el brazo y pena en el corazón, |
cerillas y tabaco se venden en un rincón, |
cerillas y tabaco se venden en un rincón. |
La oigo cantar: ¡cerillas y papel! |
y toma sorbo a sorbo su café |
y mira sin hablar y piensa sin saber, |
por qué llego a este mundo, y para qué. |
Y su pregunta, |
voló de mesa en mesa sin respuesta |
quedándose dormida tras la puerta, |
por si alguien quiere un día contestar. |
Y yo la miro… |
y quiero recordarla tal como era |
yo quiero hablar de aquella tabaquera, |
que un día en la taberna me miró. |
De joven tuvo amores con un apuesto señor |
pero voló tan alto que un día ya no volvió, |
pero voló tan alto que un día ya no volvió. |
Y le dejó cerillas y papel, |
y todo un testamento por hacer; |
riquezas por ganar, y sedas por tejer, |
y un bello rinconcito en un café… |
Y una pregunta, |
que va de mesa en mesa sin respuesta; |
y que quedó dormida tras las puerta |
por si alguien quiere un día contestar. |
Y yo la miro… |
y quiero recordarla tal como era; |
yo quiero hablar de aquella tabaquera, |
que un día en la taberna me miró. |
(translation) |
Smiles under the arm and pain in the heart, |
matches and tobacco are sold in a corner, |
matches and tobacco are sold in a corner. |
I hear her sing: matches and paper! |
and sip by sip her coffee |
and she looks without speaking and thinks without knowing, |
why did I come to this world, and for what. |
And your question of her, |
flew from table to table with no response |
she falling asleep behind the door, |
in case someone wants to answer one day. |
And I look at her... |
and I want to remember her as she was |
I want to talk about that tobacco box, |
that one day in the tavern she looked at me. |
As a young woman she had love affairs with a handsome man |
but she flew so high that one day she didn't come back, |
but she flew so high that one day she didn't come back. |
And she left him matches and paper, |
and a whole testament to make; |
riches to be gained, and silks to be woven, |
and a beautiful little corner in a café… |
And a question, |
she that she goes from table to table without an answer; |
and that she fell asleep behind the door |
in case someone wants to answer one day. |
And I look at her... |
and I want to remember her as she was she; |
I want to talk about that tobacco box, |
that one day in the tavern he looked at me. |