Chava Flores — El Retrato de Manuela song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Retrato de Manuela" by Chava Flores.
Lyrics
A Manuela su retrato le pidió el novio Fidel
Y se fue emperifollada a retratarse para él;
Se pintó cuatro lunares, se quitó cofia y mandil
Y mandó hacer seis postales, tres de frente y tres perfil
Y pensó en dedicatorias pa' Fidel el albañil
Click, click, click. El retrato ya salió
Click, click, click.¡Señorita se movió!
Click, click, click. Probaremos otra vez
Pero afine la mirada pa' que no salga al revés
Y no enseñe los colmillos que parece Lucifer
El retrato de Manuela nadie lo reconoció
Retocadas las viruelas su semblante se perdió;
Parecía una princesita, muñequita de biscuit
Con su moño colorado y la manita puesta aquí
La mirada de quien dice:
«¿Ya me ven? Pues soy así»
Click, click, click. El retrato ya salió
Click, click, click. El artista se vació
Click, click, click. Suprimamos el perfil
Porque sale la verruga que le crece en la nariz
Y se ve re copetona, parece una codorniz
«El retrato es pa' tus ojos y el original pa' ti»
Decía la dedicatoria pa' Fidel el albañil
Quien la recibió amoroso, todo lleno de pasión
Y la metió en la cartera que guarda en el pantalón
En una bolsa trasera, muy cerca del ?¡corazón!
Click, click, click. El retrato ya salió
Click, click, click. Con los cuates presumió
Click, click, click. Hoy se casa Fidelín
El retrato de Manuela fue la causa de este fin
«El retrato es pa' tus ojos y el original pa' ti»
¡Click, click, click!
Lyrics translation
Manuela's portrait was asked by boyfriend Fidel
And she went out of her way to portray herself for him;
Four moles were painted, cap and mandil removed
And he ordered to make six postcards, three front and three profile
And he thought of dedications for Fidel The Bricklayer
Click, click, click. The portrait is out.
Click, click, click.Miss moved!
Click, click, click. We'll try again
But tune the look so it doesn't come out backwards
And don't show the fangs that looks like Lucifer
The portrait of Manuela no one recognized him
Touched up the smallpox His countenance was lost;
She looked like a little princess, little biscuit doll.
With his red bow and little hand on here
The look of the one who says:
"Can you see me? Well, that's how I am.»
Click, click, click. The portrait is out.
Click, click, click. The artist emptied
Click, click, click. We delete the profile
Because the wart that grows in his nose comes out
And she looks like a king copetona, looks like a quail
"The portrait is pa' your eyes and the original pa ' you»
It said the dedication pa ' Fidel The Bricklayer
Who received it loving, all full of passion
And he put it in the wallet he keeps in his pants.
In a back bag, very close to the ?heart!
Click, click, click. The portrait is out.
Click, click, click. With the cuates he bragged
Click, click, click. Today she marries Fidelin
The portrait of Manuela was the cause of this end
"The portrait is pa' your eyes and the original pa ' you»
Click, click, click!