Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amarraditos, artist - Maria Dolores Pradera. Album song Cariño, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 18.03.2013
Record label: Black Sheep
Song language: Spanish
Amarraditos(original) |
Vamos amarraditos los dos |
Espumas y terciopelo |
Yo con un recrujir de almidón |
Y tú serio y altanero |
La gente nos mira |
Con envidia por la calle |
Murmuran los vecinos |
Los amigos y el alcalde |
Dicen que no se estila ya más |
Ni mi peinetón ni tu cinturón |
Dicen que no se estila no, no |
Ni mi medallón ni tu pasador |
Yo sé que se estilan |
Tus ojazos y mi orgullo |
Cuando voy de tu brazo |
Por el sol y sin apuro |
Nos espera nuestro cochero |
Frente a la iglesia mayor |
Y a trotecito lento recorremos el paseo |
Tú saludas tocando el ala |
De tu sombrero mejor |
Y yo agito con donaire mi pañuelo |
No se estila |
Ya sé que no se estila |
Que te pongas para cenar |
Jazmines en el ojal |
Desde luego, parece un juego |
Pero no hay nada mejor |
Que ser un señor de aquellos |
Que vieron mis abuelos |
Nos espera nuestro cochero |
Frente a la iglesia mayor |
Y a trotecito lento recorremos el paseo |
Tú saludas tocando el ala |
De tu sombrero mejor |
Y yo agito con donaire mi pañuelo |
No se estila |
Ya sé que no se estila |
Que te pongas para cenar |
Jazmines en el ojal |
Desde luego parece un juego |
Pero no hay nada mejor |
Que ser un señor de aquellos |
Que vieron mis abuelos |
(translation) |
let's tie the two |
foams and velvet |
Me with a starch crunch |
And you serious and arrogant |
people look at us |
With envy on the street |
the neighbors whisper |
The friends and the mayor |
They say that it is not styled anymore |
Neither my comb nor your belt |
They say that it is not styled, no, no |
Neither my medallion nor your barrette |
I know they are styled |
Your big eyes and my pride |
when i walk on your arm |
By the sun and without hurry |
Our driver awaits us |
In front of the main church |
And at a slow trot we walk the promenade |
You greet by touching the wing |
of your best hat |
And I gracefully wave my handkerchief |
It is not styled |
I know that it is not styled |
what do you wear for dinner |
Jasmines in the buttonhole |
It sure looks like a game |
But there is nothing better |
Than to be a lord of those |
What did my grandparents see? |
Our driver awaits us |
In front of the main church |
And at a slow trot we walk the promenade |
You greet by touching the wing |
of your best hat |
And I gracefully wave my handkerchief |
It is not styled |
I know that it is not styled |
what do you wear for dinner |
Jasmines in the buttonhole |
It certainly looks like a game |
But there is nothing better |
Than to be a lord of those |
What did my grandparents see? |