Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tacita , by - Miguel Poveda. Song from the album Viento del Este, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 28.02.2010
Record label: Nuevos Medios S. A
Song language: Spanish
Tacita(original) |
| Y una vez que te dije péiname Juana |
| Los peines me tiraste por la ventana |
| Navego contra temporales |
| Y una vez que te dije péiname Juana |
| Los peines me tiraste por la ventana |
| Navego contra temporales |
| Sin miedo a no volver |
| Con mi velero valiente |
| Y a mi gitana yo voy a ver |
| Las caracolas del fondo de la bahía |
| Suspiran por los corales de noche y día |
| No quiero que tú estés sola cuando de noche tú sueñas |
| No quiero que tus sueños se vayan por ahí y se pierdan |
| Yo quiero que estés conmigo y no te vayas de mi vera |
| Ay, ella es de Cádiz y es tierra de marineros |
| Ay, ella en la bahía me espera que cuando voy con mi velero |
| Las caracolas del fondo de la bahía |
| Suspiran por los corales de noche y día |
| Ay noche de mi luna oscura |
| Ay compañera de mis tardes |
| Que es sombra de mis pensamientos |
| Que es sangre de mi misma sangre |
| Y una vez que te dije péiname Juana |
| Los peines me tiraste por la ventana |
| (translation) |
| And once I told you to comb my hair Juana |
| You threw the combs out the window |
| I sail against storms |
| And once I told you to comb my hair Juana |
| You threw the combs out the window |
| I sail against storms |
| Without fear of not coming back |
| With my brave sailboat |
| And I'm going to see my gypsy |
| The seashells at the bottom of the bay |
| They sigh for the corals night and day |
| I don't want you to be alone when you dream at night |
| I don't want your dreams to go out there and get lost |
| I want you to be with me and don't leave my side |
| Oh, she is from Cádiz and she is a land of sailors |
| Oh, she waits for me in the bay when I go with my sailboat |
| The seashells at the bottom of the bay |
| They sigh for the corals night and day |
| Oh night of my dark moon |
| Oh companion of my afternoons |
| What is the shadow of my thoughts |
| Which is blood of my own blood |
| And once I told you to comb my hair Juana |
| You threw the combs out the window |