Lyrics of Tan Bonita - Los Tigres Del Norte

Tan Bonita (original)

Tan bonita que se mira, con el pelo suelto.
Quien la ve que no suspira, yo se los apuesto.
Cada que la veo pasar, por la esquina de mi casa
No me puedo controlar, yo no se lo que me pasa.
Tiene que ser para mi, se lo digo a mis amigos.
Solo asi sere feliz, tiene que vivir conmigo.
Si alguien quiere intervenir, tiene que ser mi enemigo.
Tan bonita que se mira, con el pelo suelto.
Quien la ve que no suspira, yo se los apuesto.
Tan bonita que se mira, con el pelo suelto.
Quien la ve que no suspira, yo se los apuesto.
Ya de tanto caminar, la vereda ese camino.
Quiero a su casa llegar, nadamas que no me animo.
Un domingo platique, con ella al salir de misa.
Su cabello suelto mire, como lo mesia la brisa.
Con el viento me enoje y ella se moria de risa.
Tan bonita que se mira, con el pelo suelto.
Quien la ve que no suspira, yo se los apuesto.
Tan bonita que se mira, con el pelo suelto.
Quien la ve que no suspira, yo se los apuesto.
Ella me pidio un favor, dos listones le comprara.
Fueran de cualquier colo, porque los necesitaba.
Tres listones le compre, pa' que su pelo amarrara.
Ella pregunto porque, solo dos necesitaba.
Y el tercero me amarre, pa' que ya no me soltara.
Tan bonita que se mira, con el pelo suelto.
Quien la ve que no suspira, yo se los apuesto.
Tan bonita que se mira, con el pelo suelto.
Quien la ve que no suspira, yo se los apuesto.

(translation)

So pretty that she looks, with her hair down.
Who sees her that she does not sigh, I bet you.
Every time I see her pass by the corner of my house
I can't control myself, I don't know what's happening to me.
It has to be for me, I tell my friends.
Only then will I be happy, you have to live with me.
If anyone wants to intervene, it has to be my enemy.
So pretty that she looks at herself, with her hair down.
Who sees it that does not sigh, I bet you.
So pretty that she looks at herself, with her hair down.
Who sees it that does not sigh, I bet you.
Already after so much walking, the path is that way.
I want her to arrive at her house, I just don't dare.
One Sunday I talked with her after leaving mass.
Her hair loose from her look, as the breeze messed it up.
With the wind I got angry and she was dying of laughter.
So pretty that she looks at herself, with her hair down.
Who sees it that does not sigh, I bet you.
So pretty that she looks at herself, with her hair down.
Who sees it that does not sigh, I bet you.
She asked me for a favor, two ribbons will buy her.
They were any color, because she needed them.
I bought three ribbons for her to tie her hair.
She asked why, she only needed two.
And the third tied me up, so that she wouldn't let me go.
So pretty that she looks at herself, with her hair down.
Who sees it that does not sigh, I bet you.
So pretty that she looks at herself, with her hair down.
Who sees it that does not sigh, I bet you.