Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dorita, artist - Voz de Mando. Album song Clase de Historia, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыкаDate of issue: 30.03.2017
Record label: Orchard
Song language: Spanish
Dorita(original) |
| Cansada estaba Dorita |
| De soportar al marido |
| Malos tratos, borracheras |
| Infiel era y tenía vicios |
| Para matar aquel hombre |
| Ya le sobraban motivos… |
| Dorita, la tamalera |
| Así le apodaban muchos |
| Después que hizo aquella hazaña |
| Dicen no le tembló el pulso |
| Tampoco ocupo pistola |
| Solo cuchillo y serrucho… |
| Dicen que a luz de la luna |
| Se miraba su silueta |
| Destazando un monigote |
| Se miraba muy contenta |
| Cantaba toda la noche |
| Y al siguiente día izo fiesta… |
| Cantaba un grupo norteño |
| Llegaron los invitados |
| No era cumpleaños de nadie |
| Tampoco era aniversario |
| Como faltaba el marido |
| Todos por el preguntaron |
| (Música) |
| Silencio dijo a la banda |
| Con el micrófono en mano |
| La vida que le dio ese hombre |
| Poco a poco fue explicando |
| Todito lo hice tamales |
| Ya ustedes se lo tragaron… |
| Por la expresión de Dorita |
| Provoco retorcijones |
| Para el que no me la crea |
| Pasen pa' dentro señores |
| Aquí tengo su cabeza |
| Mañana va a ver pozole… |
| Mi marido sobre todo |
| Sé que no podía faltar |
| Hay disculpen el platillo |
| Si les supo familiar |
| Para todos los tragones |
| Ahí tengo hasta pa' llevar… |
| Allá en las Islas Marías |
| Paso buen tiempo en prisión |
| Le fue muy duro allá adentro |
| Dicen que ya la libro |
| Aunque salió viejecita |
| Todavía tiene sazón |
| (translation) |
| Tired was Dorita |
| to put up with the husband |
| abuse, drunkenness |
| She was unfaithful and she had vices |
| to kill that man |
| He already had plenty of reasons... |
| Dorita, the tamalera |
| That's how many nicknamed him |
| After she did that feat |
| They say her pulse did not tremble |
| I don't have a gun either. |
| Just a knife and a saw... |
| They say that by moonlight |
| She looked at her silhouette |
| Unraveling a stick figure |
| She looked very happy |
| she sang all night |
| And the next day I threw a party... |
| A norteño group sang |
| the guests arrived |
| It wasn't anyone's birthday |
| It wasn't an anniversary either. |
| as the husband was missing |
| Everyone asked for him |
| (Music) |
| Silence told the band |
| With the microphone in hand |
| The life that man gave him |
| Little by little he explained |
| I made everything tamales |
| You already swallowed it... |
| By Dorita's expression |
| I cause cramps |
| For those who do not believe it |
| Come inside gentlemen |
| I have your head here |
| Tomorrow he is going to see pozole… |
| my husband above all |
| I know I couldn't miss |
| There are excuse the saucer |
| If it tasted familiar |
| for all the swallows |
| There I even have pa 'to take... |
| There in the Islas Marías |
| I spend a good time in prison |
| It was very hard for him inside |
| They say that I already booked her |
| Although she came out old |
| still has flavor |