Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Los Mangos Bajitos, artist - Juan Luis Guerra 4.40.
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Song language: Spanish
Los Mangos Bajitos(original) |
Dice don Martín Garata |
persona de alto rango |
que le gusta mucho el mango |
porque es una fruta grata |
pero treparse en la mata |
ay, eso no |
y verse en los cogollitos |
en aprietos infinitos |
como eso es tan peligroso |
él encuentra más sabroso |
coger los mangos bajitos |
ay, ñeñe … tú dile. |
Dice don Martín también |
que le gusta la castaña |
pero cuando mano extraña |
la saca de la sartén |
y que se la pelen bien |
ay, eso sí |
con todos los requisitos |
pero arderse los deditos |
ay, eso no |
metiéndolos en la flama |
eso sí que no se llama |
coger los mangos bajitos |
ay, ñeñe … tú dile. |
Por eso la suerte ingrata |
de mi vida no mejora |
porque muchos son ahora |
como don Martín Garata |
que quieren meterse en plata, |
ay, eso sí |
ganando cuartos mansitos, |
ay, eso no |
con monopolios bonitos |
con chivos y contrabando |
sin dar un golpe y soñando |
coger los mangos bajitos |
ay, ñeñe … tú dile. |
Y a quién no le gusta un mango |
que se lo den peladito |
amarillo o rosadito |
sin trabajar y soñando |
coger un mango bajito |
sin treparse al cogollito |
banilejo o mameyito |
pasar la vida soñando |
comerse un mango bajito. |
Mamacita, qué bonito. |
Y a quién no le gusta un mango |
sin arderse los deditos |
amarillo o rosadito |
sin trabajar y soñando |
comer los mangos bajitos |
que se lo den peladito |
banilejo o mameyito |
pasar la vida soñando |
comerse un mango bajito. |
Mamacita, qué bonito. |
Pero mira como viene… |
uy, uy. |
aé mamá, eh aé mamá. |
(translation) |
Says Don Martin Garata |
high ranking person |
that he really likes mango |
because it is a pleasant fruit |
but climbing on the bush |
oh, not that |
and see yourself in the buds |
in infinite trouble |
how is that so dangerous |
he finds tastier |
pick the short mangoes |
oh, ñeñe… you tell him. |
Don Martin also says |
that he likes chestnut |
but when strange hand |
he takes it out of the pan |
and that they peel it well |
oh yeah |
with all the requirements |
but burn your fingers |
oh, not that |
putting them in the flame |
yes that is not called |
pick the short mangoes |
oh, ñeñe… you tell him. |
That's why the ungrateful luck |
of my life does not improve |
because many are now |
as Don Martin Garata |
who want to get into money, |
oh yeah |
winning quarters mansitos, |
oh, not that |
with nice monopolies |
with goats and contraband |
without giving a blow and dreaming |
pick the short mangoes |
oh, ñeñe… you tell him. |
And who doesn't love a mango |
give it to him peeled |
yellow or pink |
without working and dreaming |
pick up a short mango |
without climbing the bud |
banilejo or mameyito |
spend life dreaming |
eat a short mango. |
Mommy, how beautiful. |
And who doesn't love a mango |
without burning your fingers |
yellow or pink |
without working and dreaming |
eat short mangoes |
give it to him peeled |
banilejo or mameyito |
spend life dreaming |
eat a short mango. |
Mommy, how beautiful. |
But look how it comes... |
oops oops |
hey mom, hey hey mom. |