Lyrics of La Cotilla - Raphael

La Cotilla (original)

La temen en la vecindad
Porque su lengua
es veneno mortal.
Si no sabe algùn chisme, lo inventa
el caso es hablar por hablar.
La cotilla, la cotilla…
Vigila de noche el portal,
siempre pendiente
de quien viene y va.
Sus ojos a medio cerrar,
parece que duerme y… ya, ya.
La cotilla, la cotilla…
De di’a se asoma al balco’n,
no falta a ninguna reunio’n.
Se sabe la vida y milagros de,
de quien oidas informacio’n.
La cotilla, la cotilla…
La cotilla, la cotilla…
Que caiga quien caiga es igual,
que sea mentira o verdad,
que màs da,
lo que importa es contarlo en secreto
a todo aquel que lo quiera
escuchar.
Es la cotilla, la cotilla…
Por ella en alguna ocasio’n
no llega a puerto
feliz un amor,
pues un casto beso que vio
en horrible
aborto cambio'.
La cotilla, la cotilla…
El mundo por ella giro',
al son de corneta
y tambor,
y el pan nuestro de cada di’a
o el veneno que habi’a en su voz.
La cotilla, la cotilla…
La cotilla, la cotilla…
A tiras le quita la piel
al que en desgracia
le llegue a caer,
y despuès se santigua diciendo
que Dios nos libre de èl.
La cotilla, la cotilla…
No cesa jamàs de espiar
y en su cerebro parece anotar
las cosas y casos que ve
y que luego los repite
al revès.
Es la cotilla, la cotilla…
Para ella es
un deporte màs —
hablar mal de los demàs.
Y jura que
es de buena tinta lo,
lo que se acabo' de inventar…

(translation)

They fear her in the neighborhood
because his tongue
it is deadly poison.
If he doesn't know some gossip, he makes it up
the case is to speak for speaking's sake.
The gossip, the gossip...
Watch the portal at night,
always pending
of who comes and goes.
Her eyes half closed,
she looks like she's sleeping and… now, now.
The gossip, the gossip...
By day she looks out on the balcony,
he does not miss any meeting.
It is known the life and miracles of,
Who did you hear information from?
The gossip, the gossip...
The gossip, the gossip...
Whoever falls falls is the same,
whether it's a lie or a truth,
what difference does it make,
what matters is telling it in secret
to everyone who wants it
to listen.
It's the gossip, the gossip...
For her on some occasion
does not arrive at port
happy one love,
Well, a chaste kiss that she saw
in horrible
abortion change'.
The gossip, the gossip...
The world turned around for her,
to the sound of a cornet
and drum,
and our daily bread
or the poison that was in her voice.
The gossip, the gossip...
The gossip, the gossip...
To strips he removes the skin
to which in misfortune
I came to fall,
and then he crosses himself saying
May God save us from him.
The gossip, the gossip...
It never stops spying
and in his brain he seems to write down
the things and cases that she sees
and then repeats them
the other way around.
It's the gossip, the gossip...
for her it is
one more sport —
speak ill of others.
And she swears
it is of good ink,
what was just invented...