Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Carneada, artist - Leon Gieco. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: Spanish
La Carneada(original) |
| Cuando era chico vivía en el campo |
| De abuelos casi italianos |
| Primas y primos de nueve hermanos |
| Vacas, perros y caballos |
| Y de los campos vecinos venían |
| Con sus familias a visitarnos |
| Dos veces al año se hacían carneadas |
| Y de a cinco chanchos mataban |
| Cómo gritaban los pobres colgados |
| Era la comida del año |
| Un acordeonista y un baterista |
| Pasodoble, tarantela, ranchera y vals |
| Ay, ay, cómo se armaba |
| Tanta fiesta en un fin de semana |
| Ay, ay, cómo se mezclaban |
| Tías, primas, hijos, hermanos y cuñadas |
| Asado y vino, cartas y tabas |
| Y de día la luz del sol |
| Panes al horno a las seis de la tarde |
| Y después a la luz del farol |
| Cuando venía la noche era más lindo |
| Por lo que aguardaba la oscuridad |
| Ay, ay cómo se armaba |
| Tanta fiesta en un fin de semana |
| Ay, ay cómo se mezclaban |
| Tías, primas, hijos, hermanos y cuñadas |
| Cuatro olivos, veinte mandarinos |
| Tres palmeras, paraísos y eucaliptus |
| Trigales altos, maizales y alfalfa |
| Siempre se buscaba a alguien que no estaba |
| La bagna cauda y canzonetas italianas |
| A tres voces altas, medias y bajas |
| Ay, ay cómo se armaba |
| Tanta fiesta en un fin de semana |
| Ay, ay cómo se mezclaban |
| Tías, primas, hijos, hermanos y cuñadas |
| Cómo extraño esa vida del campo |
| Y a una prima que la llevo acá… |
| (translation) |
| When I was a boy I lived in the country |
| Of almost Italian grandparents |
| Cousins and first cousins of nine siblings |
| Cows, dogs and horses |
| And from the neighboring fields they came |
| With their families to visit us |
| Twice a year they were slaughtered |
| And five pigs killed |
| How the poor hanged cried |
| It was the food of the year |
| An accordionist and a drummer |
| Pasodoble, tarantella, ranchera and waltz |
| Oh, oh, how was he armed? |
| So many parties in one weekend |
| Oh, oh, how they mixed |
| Aunts, cousins, children, brothers and sisters-in-law |
| Asado and wine, cards and tabas |
| And by day the sunlight |
| Baked bread at six in the evening |
| And then in the light of the lantern |
| When the night came it was prettier |
| For what the dark awaited |
| Oh, oh how he was armed |
| So many parties in one weekend |
| Oh, oh how they mixed |
| Aunts, cousins, children, brothers and sisters-in-law |
| Four olive trees, twenty mandarins |
| Three palm trees, paradises and eucalyptus |
| Tall wheat fields, cornfields and alfalfa |
| You were always looking for someone who wasn't there |
| Bagna cauda and Italian canzonetas |
| In three high, medium and low voices |
| Oh, oh how he was armed |
| So many parties in one weekend |
| Oh, oh how they mixed |
| Aunts, cousins, children, brothers and sisters-in-law |
| How I miss that country life |
| And a cousin who took her here... |