Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Pajaro Azul, artist - La Arrolladora Banda el Limón. Album song Era Cab - El Viejo, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 12.06.2000
Record label: La Sierra
Song language: Spanish
El Pajaro Azul(original) |
Te arranque de un camino muy triste |
Te ayude a manos llenas en todo |
Como al cielo no pude subirte |
Te alfombre donde pisas con oro |
Como a nadie en el mundo te quise |
Ahora puedes creerme que te odio |
Yo te puse las alas que tienes |
Pero puedo cortarte las plumas |
Si le digo a la gente quien eras |
No te queda con que les presumas |
Porque tu no naciste con bienes |
Ni en la vida has tenido fortuna |
Como Dios da la dicha y las penas |
Yo te di algo que puedo quitarte; |
Te subí a un pedestal de grandeza |
Y te bajo si quiero bajarte |
Pide a Dios que no diga quien eras |
Porque ahí es donde está tu desastre |
(Y él que no te conozca, que te compre chaparrita) |
Más valía que te hubieras perdido |
Donde nunca te hubiera encontrado |
Porque así pensaría en tu cariño |
Al igual que algo grande y sagrado |
Pero sólo lo que has conseguido |
Es que te hable con tanto descaro |
Como Dios da la dicha y las penas |
Yo te di algo que puedo quitarte |
Te subí a un pedestal de grandeza |
Y te bajo si quiero bajarte |
Pide a Dios que no diga quien eras |
Porque ahí es donde está tu desastre |
(translation) |
I ripped you off a very sad path |
I help you hands full in everything |
As to heaven I could not upload you |
I carpet you where you step with gold |
Like no one in the world I loved you |
Now you can believe me that I hate you |
I gave you the wings that you have |
But I can clip your feathers |
If I tell people who you were |
You don't have to show them off |
Because you were not born with goods |
Not even in life have you had fortune |
As God gives happiness and sorrows |
I gave you something that I can take from you; |
I put you on a pedestal of greatness |
And I put you down if I want to put you down |
Ask God not to say who you were |
'Cause that's where your mess is |
(And he who doesn't know you, who buys you shorty) |
You better have missed |
Where I never would have found you |
Because that's how I would think of your love |
Like something big and sacred |
But only what you've got |
Is that I speak to you with so much impudence |
As God gives happiness and sorrows |
I gave you something that I can take from you |
I put you on a pedestal of greatness |
And I put you down if I want to put you down |
Ask God not to say who you were |
'Cause that's where your mess is |