Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mi Guri, artist - Pedro Aznar.
Date of issue: 07.09.2015
Song language: Spanish
Mi Guri(original) |
Cuando, maestro, nació mi retoño |
No era buen momento para retoñar |
Ya fue naciendo con cara de hambre |
Y yo no tenía ni nombre para dar |
Cómo fui tirando, no le sé explicar |
Un poco guiando y dejándolo guiar |
Siendo cachorro mi hijo |
Un día me dijo que él iba a llegar |
Ese ahí, ese ahí |
Ese es mi gurí |
Ese ahí |
Ese ahí, es mi gurí |
Y él llega |
Llega sudado, con paso agitado |
Y trae siempre un regalo para impresionar |
Tanta cadena de oro, maestro |
No queda más cuello que adornar |
Un día trajo un bolso, ya con todo adentro |
Llaves, amuleto, rosario, auricular |
Pañuelo y una pila de documentos |
Con que por fin me pueda yo identificar |
Ese ahí, ese es mi gurí |
Ese ahí, es mi gurí |
Y él llega |
Llega hasta el barrio con su cargamento |
Pulsera, cemento, reloj, llanta, grabador |
Rezo que pueda llegar sano y salvo |
Hay una ola de asaltos de terror! |
Llega y me consuela, yo le doy consuelo |
Lo apoyo en mi pecho y me empieza a acunar |
Cuando me despierto, miro a mi lado |
Y el muy desgraciado ya fue a trabajar |
Ese ahí, ese es mi gurí |
Ese ahí, es mi gurí |
Y él llega |
Llega estampado en el diario |
Retrato con venda en los ojos, título, iniciales |
Yo no entiendo a esta gente, maestro |
Tanto lío por esto hay que armar? |
Mi gurí caído, parece estar riendo |
Yo lo veo tan lindo, con la panza al sol |
Desde el principio, no dije, maestro |
Él dijo que un día él iba a llegar |
Ese ahí, ese es mi gurí |
Ese ahí, es mi gurí |
(translation) |
When, master, my offspring was born |
It was not a good time to sprout |
He was already born with a hungry face |
And I had no name to give |
How I was pulling, I don't know how to explain |
A little leading and letting it lead |
Being a puppy my son |
One day he told me that he was going to arrive |
That one there, that one there |
That's my guri |
that one there |
That there, is my guri |
and he arrives |
He arrives sweaty, with a hectic step |
And always bring a gift to impress |
So much gold chain, master |
There is no more neck to adorn |
One day he brought a bag, already with everything inside |
Keys, amulet, rosary, earphone |
Handkerchief and a stack of documents |
With which I can finally identify myself |
That there, that's my guri |
That there, is my guri |
and he arrives |
He comes to the neighborhood with his cargo |
Bracelet, cement, watch, tire, recorder |
I pray that he can arrive safe and sound |
There is a wave of terror assaults! |
He comes and comforts me, I comfort him |
I support him on my chest and he starts to cradle me |
When I wake up, I look to my side |
And the very unfortunate he already went to work |
That there, that's my guri |
That there, is my guri |
and he arrives |
Arrives stamped in the diary |
Portrait with blindfold, title, initials |
I do not understand these people, master |
So much trouble for this we have to put together? |
My fallen guri seems to be laughing |
I see him so cute, with his belly in the sun |
From the beginning, I did not say, master |
He said that one day he would arrive |
That there, that's my guri |
That there, is my guri |