Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Es Mi Hombre (1958 ), artist - Sara Montiel.
Date of issue: 14.12.2010
Song language: Spanish
Es Mi Hombre (1958 )(original) |
En cuanto le vi |
yo me dije para mi |
es mi hombre. |
Solo vivo por el |
mientras quiera serme fiel |
ese hombre. |
No puedo pasar |
una noche sin pensar |
en mi hombre. |
Y le doy cuanto soy |
lo que tengo se lo doy |
a mi hombre. |
Y asi estoy es un macró |
un gigoló |
pero no importa porque |
asi le quiero yo. |
Cualquier dia por Pigale |
para mi mal. |
O tal vez le perderé |
luego no sé. |
Ni lo que va a ser de mi |
por que le quiero. |
Solo tengo corazón |
para mon homme. |
Si me pega me da igual |
es natural. |
Que me tenga siempre asi |
porque asi le quiero. |
Ya no tengo corazón. |
Le intento olvidar |
y me dejo convidar, |
por los hombres. |
Pero no puede ser |
porque solo soy mujer |
pa' mi hombre. |
Por todo Paris |
busco la mirada gris |
de mi hombre. |
Si me ofrece su amor |
le perdono lo peor |
a mi hombre. |
Por amor che sui consá |
le’m pos te cuá |
busco a mi hombre |
sin saber donde andara. |
Cualquier dia por Pigale |
para mi mal. |
O tal vez le perderé |
luego no sé. |
Ni lo que va a ser de mi |
por que le quiero. |
Solo tengo corazón |
para mon homme. |
Si me pega me da igual |
es natural. |
Que me tenga siempre asi |
porque asi le quiero. |
Ya no tengo corazón. |
(translation) |
As soon as I saw him |
I told myself |
he is my man. |
I only live for him |
As long as you want to be faithful to me |
That man. |
I can not pass |
a night without thinking |
on my man |
And I give him how much I am |
what I have I give it to you |
to my man. |
And that's how I am, it's a macro |
a gigolo |
but it doesn't matter because |
that's how I love him. |
Any day by Pigale |
bad for me |
Or maybe I'll lose him |
then I don't know. |
Nor what will become of me |
why i love him |
I only have a heart |
for mon homme. |
If he hits me he doesn't care |
it's natural. |
May he always have me like this |
because that's how I love him. |
I do not have heart anymore. |
I try to forget him |
and I let myself be invited, |
by men. |
But can not be |
because I'm only a woman |
for my man. |
all over paris |
I look for the gray look |
of my man. |
If he offers me his love |
I forgive the worst |
to my man. |
For love that sui consá |
le'm pos te cuá |
I'm looking for my man |
without knowing where he was going. |
Any day by Pigale |
bad for me |
Or maybe I'll lose him |
then I don't know. |
Nor what will become of me |
why i love him |
I only have a heart |
for mon homme. |
If he hits me I don't care |
it's natural. |
that you always have me like this |
because that's how I love him. |
I do not have heart anymore. |