Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Antonio, artist - Nathalie Cardone. Album song Nathalie Cardone, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 29.06.2019
Record label: Calliphora
Song language: Spanish
Antonio(original) |
| Antonio Torres Heredia |
| Hijo y nieto de Camborios |
| Con una vara de mimbre |
| Va a Sevilla ver los toros |
| Moreno de verde luna |
| Anda despacio y garboso |
| Sus empavonados bucles |
| Le brillan entre los ojos |
| A la mitad del camino |
| Cortó limones redondos |
| Y los fue tirando al algua |
| Hasta que la puso de oro |
| Andalucia |
| Anda en la vida |
| Anda la luz de Sevilla |
| Antonio Torres Heredia |
| Hijo y nieto de Camborios |
| Viene sin vara de mimbre |
| Entre los cinco tricornios |
| Antonio ¿ quién eres tú? |
| Si te llamas Camborio |
| Hubieras hecho una fuente |
| De sangre, con cinco chorros |
| Ni tú eres hijo de nadie |
| Ni legitimo Camborio |
| ¡ se acabaron los giatnos |
| Que iban por el monte solos ! |
| Estan los viejos cuchillos |
| Tiritando bajo el polvo |
| A las nueve de la noche |
| Lo llevan al calabozo |
| Mientras los guardias civiles |
| Beben limonada todos |
| Mientras el cielo reluce |
| Como la grupa de un poltro |
| Les clavó sobre las botas |
| Mordiscos de jabalí |
| En la lucha daba saltos |
| Jabonados de delfin |
| Bañó con sangre enemiga |
| Su corbata de carmesí |
| Pero eran cuatro puñales |
| Y tuvo que sucumbir |
| ¿ Quién te ha quitado la vida? |
| Camborio de dura crin |
| Mis cuatro primos Heredias |
| Hijos de Benamejí |
| ¡ Ay Antonito el Camborio |
| Digno de una Emperatriz |
| Acuérdate de la Virgen |
| Porque te vas a morir |
| ¿ Quién te ha quitado la vida? |
| Camborio de dura crin |
| Un ángel marchoso pone |
| Su cabeza en un cojín |
| ¡ Ay Federico Garcia ! |
| Llama a la Guardia Civil |
| Tres golpesde sangre tuvo |
| Y se murió de perfil |
| Y cuando los cuatro primos |
| Llegan a Benameji |
| Voces de muerte sonaron |
| Cerca del Guadalquivir |
| (translation) |
| Antonio Torres-Heredia |
| Son and grandson of Camborios |
| With a wicker stick |
| He goes to Seville to see the bulls |
| Dark green moon |
| Go slow and graceful |
| Her bun curls |
| shine between his eyes |
| Half way |
| cut round lemons |
| And he was throwing them into the water |
| Until he made it gold |
| Andalusia |
| walk in life |
| Go the light of Seville |
| Antonio Torres-Heredia |
| Son and grandson of Camborios |
| He comes without a wicker rod |
| Among the five tricorns |
| Anthony, who are you? |
| If your name is Camborio |
| you would have made a fountain |
| Of blood, with five jets |
| Neither are you the son of anyone |
| Neither legitimate Camborio |
| the gyatnos are over |
| That they were going through the mountain alone! |
| There are the old knives |
| Shivering in the dust |
| At nine o'clock at night |
| They take him to the dungeon |
| While the civil guards |
| They all drink lemonade |
| While the sky shines |
| Like the rump of a chicken |
| He nailed them over their boots |
| boar bites |
| In the fight he jumped |
| Dolphin soaps |
| He bathed with enemy blood |
| His crimson tie |
| But there were four daggers |
| And he had to succumb |
| Who has taken your life? |
| Camborio of hard mane |
| My four cousins Heredias |
| Sons of Benamejí |
| Oh Antonio el Camborio |
| Worthy of an Empress |
| Remember the Virgin |
| because you are going to die |
| Who has taken your life? |
| Camborio of hard mane |
| A party angel lays |
| Her head of him on a cushion |
| Oh Federico Garcia! |
| He calls the Civil Guard |
| He had three blows of blood |
| And he died in profile |
| And when the four cousins |
| They arrive at Benameji |
| Voices of death sounded |
| Near the Guadalquivir |