Carlos Gardel — Ladrillo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ladrillo" by Carlos Gardel.
Lyrics
En la penitenciaria
Ladrillo llora sus penas
Cumpliendo injusta condena
Aunque mato en buena ley
Los jueces lo condenaron
Sin comprender que Ladrillo
Fue siempre bueno sencillo
Trabjador como un buey
Ladrillo esta en la carcel el barrio lo estraña
Sus dulces seratas ya no se oyen mas
Los chicos ya no tiene su amigo querido
Que siempre moneditas les dab al pasar
Los Jueves y Domingo se ve una viejita
Llevar un paquetito al que preso esta
De vuelta la viejita los niños preguntan
Ladrillo cuando sale, solo dios sabra
El dia que con un baile su compromiso cellaba
Un compadron molestba a la que era su amor
Jugando entonces su vida, enduelo criollo Ladrillo
Le sepulto su cuchillo, partiendole el corazon
Ladrillo esta en la carcel el barrio lo estraña
Sus dulces seratas ya no se oyen mas
Los chicos ya no tiene su amigo querido
Que siempre moneditas les dab al pasar
Los Jueves y Domingo se ve una viejita
Llevar un paquetito al que preso esta
De vuelta la viejita los niños preguntan
Ladrillo cuando sale, solo dios sabra
Lyrics translation
In the penitentiary
Brick cries its sorrows
Serving an unjust sentence
Although I kill in good law
The judges convicted him
Without understanding that brick
It was always good simple
Worker like an ox
Brick's in jail. the neighborhood misses him.
Their sweet evenings are no longer heard
The boys no longer have their dear friend
That they always dab coins when passing
On Thursdays and Sundays you see an old lady
Carry a little package to which prisoner is
Back the Old Lady the children ask
Brick when it comes out, only God will know
The day with a dance his engagement cellaba
A compadron molested the one who was his love
Playing then his life, Creole brick enduelo
I buried his knife, breaking his heart
Brick's in jail. the neighborhood misses him.
Their sweet evenings are no longer heard
The boys no longer have their dear friend
That they always dab coins when passing
On Thursdays and Sundays you see an old lady
Carry a little package to which prisoner is
Back the Old Lady the children ask
Brick when it comes out, only God will know