Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chata Bonita, artist - Pepe Aguilar. Album song Por Mujeres Como Tu, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 19.02.2004
Record label: Concord, Musart
Song language: Spanish
Chata Bonita(original) |
Mas terca que siete mulas |
Es la chata que yo quiero. |
Es cierto que esta rechula |
Pero nada toma en serio. |
Por mas que le hago la lucha |
No he podido darle un beso. |
Pero mi paciencia es mucha |
Y se que va a jalar parejo. |
No tengo ninguna duda |
Que no hay otra flor mas bella. |
Para romper corazones, |
No hay ninguna como ella. |
Ni hablar de sus lindos ojos |
Que le brillan como estrellas. |
Se me ha metido en el alma |
Y por las noches me desvela. |
Chata bonita, |
Ya acaba con mis pesares |
Tan solo dime que si Pa' ir comprando los ajuares. |
Chata bonita, |
Yo no ando con falsedades |
Me estoy muriendo por ti Ya te miro en los altares. |
No tengo ninguna duda |
Que no hay otra flor mas bella. |
Para romper corazones, |
No hay ninguna como ella. |
Ni hablar de sus lindos ojos |
Que le brillan como estrellas. |
Se me ha metido en el alma |
Y por las noches me desvela. |
Chata bonita, |
Ya acaba con mis pesares |
Tan solo dime que si Pa' ir comprando los ajuares. |
Chata bonita, |
Yo no ando con falsedades |
Me estoy muriendo por ti Ya te miro en los altares. |
(translation) |
More stubborn than seven mules |
It is the flat that I want. |
It is true that this rechula |
But nothing takes seriously. |
As much as I fight |
I haven't been able to kiss him. |
But my patience is a lot |
And I know it's going to pull evenly. |
I do not have any doubt |
That there is no other flower more beautiful. |
to break hearts, |
There is none like her. |
Not to mention her pretty eyes |
They shine like stars. |
She has gotten into my soul |
And at night she keeps me awake. |
pretty girl, |
She already ends my sorrows |
Just tell me yes to go buy the trousseau. |
pretty girl, |
I do not walk with falsehoods |
I'm dying for you I already see you at the altars. |
I do not have any doubt |
That there is no other flower more beautiful. |
to break hearts, |
There is none like her. |
Not to mention her pretty eyes |
They shine like stars. |
She has gotten into my soul |
And at night she keeps me awake. |
pretty girl, |
It's over with my sorrows |
Just tell me yes to go buy the trousseau. |
pretty girl, |
I do not walk with falsehoods |
I'm dying for you I already see you at the altars. |