Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Un Clavel (Un Rojo Rojo Clavel), artist - Rocio Jurado. Date of issue: 02.04.1996
Song language: Spanish
Un Clavel (Un Rojo Rojo Clavel)(original) |
| Nadie sabe… nadie sabe |
| Aunque todos lo quieren saber… |
| Ni la clave, ni la llave |
| De mi cuándo, ni cómo y por qué |
| Me gusta ser libre lo mismo que el viento |
| Que mueve el olivo y riza la mar… |
| Tenderme a la sombra de mi pensamiento |
| Y luego de noche ponerme a cantar |
| Un clavel… |
| Un rojo, rojo clavel |
| Un clavel |
| A la orilla de mi boca |
| Cuidé yo como una loca |
| Poniendo mi vida en él |
| Y el clavel… |
| Al verte, cariño mío |
| Se ha puesto tan encendío |
| Que está quemando mi piel |
| Que está quemando… |
| Que está quemando mi piel |
| Negro pelo… negro pelo… |
| Que trasmina a menta y limón… |
| Negros ojos, negros celos |
| Primo hermano de mi corazón |
| Me importa tres pitos que diga la gente |
| Que voy y que vengo por el arenal |
| Y tengo gastadas las losas del puente |
| De tanto cruzarlo por la madrugá |
| Un clavel… |
| Un rojo, rojo clavel |
| Un clavel |
| A la orilla de mi boca |
| Cuidé yo como una loca |
| Poniendo mi vida en él |
| Y el clavel… |
| Al verte, cariño mío |
| Se ha puesto tan encendío |
| Que está quemando mi piel |
| Que está quemando… |
| Que está quemando mi piel |
| (translation) |
| nobody knows... nobody knows |
| Although everyone wants to know... |
| Neither the key nor the key |
| About me when, nor how and why |
| I like to be free just like the wind |
| That moves the olive tree and ripples the sea… |
| Lie in the shadow of my thoughts |
| And after night I start to sing |
| A carnation… |
| A red, red carnation |
| A carnation |
| at the edge of my mouth |
| I took care like crazy |
| putting my life into it |
| And the carnation… |
| Seeing you, my darling |
| It's gotten so turned on |
| that is burning my skin |
| What is burning... |
| that is burning my skin |
| Black hair… black hair… |
| That trasmina to mint and lemon… |
| Black eyes, black jealousy |
| Cousin brother of my heart |
| I don't give a damn what people say |
| That I go and that I come through the sandbank |
| And I have worn the slabs of the bridge |
| From crossing it so much at dawn |
| A carnation… |
| A red, red carnation |
| A carnation |
| at the edge of my mouth |
| I took care like crazy |
| putting my life into it |
| And the carnation… |
| Seeing you, my darling |
| He got so fired up |
| that is burning my skin |
| What is burning... |
| that is burning my skin |