Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carcelera, artist - Rocio Jurado. Album song Proceso a una Estrella, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1965
Record label: Universal Digital Enterprises
Song language: Spanish
Carcelera(original) |
Era moreno tostao |
Dicen que de El Coronil |
Con unos ojos rajaos |
Y al mirarme enloquecí |
Sombrero negro, faja de oro |
Metío en años, pero galán |
Duro y valiente para los toros |
Pa las mujeres, como un Don Juan |
En el Café de la Aurora |
Donde cenamos los dos |
La voz de una cantaora |
En un cante me avisó: |
Carcelera, ay, carcelera |
La del color bronceao |
Morenita y con ojeras |
De terciopelo morao |
Apártalo de tu vera |
Porque es un hombre casao |
Y, si dejas que te quiera |
Lo vas a hacé un desgraciao |
¡Carcelera, ay, carcelera! |
No me importó de la gente |
Ni lo que hablaron de mí |
Que me importó solamente |
Su cariño compartir |
Pero una noche de luna llena |
Cuando en mi reja me hablaba él |
Sentí mi arma de angustia llena |
Al ver la sombra de su mujer |
—Vengo aquí por lo que es mío— |
Arrodillá me pidió |
Le juré darlo al olvío |
Y ahora ya no escucho yo: |
Apártame de tu vera |
Que soy un hombre casao |
Y, si dejas que te quiera |
Me vas a hacé un desgraciao |
¡Carcelera, ay, carcelera! |
(translation) |
He was dark brown |
They say that from El Coronil |
with slit eyes |
And looking at me I went crazy |
Black hat, gold sash |
put in years, but gallant |
Tough and brave for the bulls |
For women, like a Don Juan |
At the Cafe de la Aurora |
where we both had dinner |
The voice of a singer |
In a cante she warned me: |
Jailer, oh, jailer |
The one with the tan color |
Brunette and with dark circles |
purple velvet |
Get it away from you |
because he is a married man |
And if you let me love you |
you're going to make a disgrace |
Jailer, oh, jailer! |
I didn't care about the people |
Nor what they talked about me |
that I only cared |
Your love share |
But one full moon night |
When he spoke to me at my gate |
I felt my gun of anguish fill |
Seeing the shadow of his wife |
—I come here for what is mine— |
kneel down he asked me |
I swore to give it to oblivion |
And now I no longer listen: |
take me away from you |
that I am a married man |
And if you let me love you |
you're going to make me a disgrace |
Jailer, oh, jailer! |