Lyrics of The Hunters - Milonga

The Hunters - Milonga
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hunters, artist - MilongaAlbum song The Hunters, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 26.01.2019
Record label: Editione Jazz IT
Song language: Spanish

The Hunters

(original)
Corrientes tres cuatro ocho
Segundo piso, ascensor;
No hay porteros ni vecinos
Adentro, cocktel y amor
Pisito que puso Maple
Piano, estera y velador…
Un telefon que contesta
Una fonola que llora
Viejos tangos de mi flor
Y un gato de porcelana
Pa que no maulle al amor
Y todo a media luz
Que es un brujo el amor
A media luz los besos
A media luz los dos…
Y todo a media luz
Crepusculo interior
Que suave terciopelo
La media luz de amor
Juncal doce veinticuatro
Telefonea sin temor;
De tarde, te con masitas
De noche, tango y amor;
Los domingos, te danzante
Los lunes, desolacion
Hay de todo en la casita:
Almohadones y divanes
Como en botica… coco
Alfombras que no hacen ruido
Y mesa puesta al amor…
(translation)
currents three four eight
Second floor, elevator;
There are no doormen or neighbors
Inside, cocktail and love
Little apartment that Maple put
Piano, mat and table...
A phone that answers
A phonola that cries
Old tangos of my flower
And a porcelain cat
So that love doesn't meow
And everything in half light
that love is a witch
in half light the kisses
At half light the two...
And everything in half light
inner twilight
what a soft velvet
The half light of love
Juncal twelve twenty four
Phone without fear;
In the afternoon, tea with pastries
At night, tango and love;
On Sundays, you dancing
Mondays, desolation
There is everything in the house:
cushions and divans
Like in an apothecary… coconut
Carpets that do not make noise
And table set for love...
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