Ecos del Rocio — El Barrendero song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Barrendero" by Ecos del Rocio.
Lyrics
Eran las 7 de la mañana, se escuchaba el restregeo de su escobita de ramas
Era otoño y barría las hojas sueltas, no cabía una hoja en la puerta
Olía a café, las cosas están pa el que se las encuentra y aquello estaba pa él
Y de pronto vaciando las hojas le da escalofrió el llanto de un crío
Rompe el silencio del contenedor, en sus brazos le dio cobijo
Y aquel barrendero esta copla cantó:
«Hija tu no me llores por un besito
Que donde comen tres también comen cuatro
Mientras haya una escoba no va a faltarte
Un vestidito nuevo y unos zapatos»
Abre la puerta Maria que la desgracia a pario y esta la mañana fría
Que razones tendría pa abandonarla y no abrazarla ni amamantarla
¿Dios mío porque este lindo milagro a caído en mi casa?
-¡Maria que guapa es!
Y María la coge en sus brazos la alumbra una estrella quédate con ella
Y la sacas palante con los otros tres, no tendrás sabanitas de seda
Pero tu madre buena pa siempre seré
«Tuya será la llama de esta candela
Que yo te voy a poner Carmen por tu abuela
Mentiré como sea pa no perderte
Que nadie te devuelva tu mala suerte»
María miente por arrobas y le dice a los doctores que había pario sola
-Como usted ha pario no pare nadie
-Así ha pario diez veces mi madre
Tranquila mujer me recuerda usted a las mujeres de antes y le firmaba el papel
Y aquel hombre en la sala de espera, empalmando cigarros, barrunta un desgarro
Tendré que entregarla sin darle mi amor
Y Maria salió más risueña que las otras tres veces que Maria parió
«La otra noche Maria estuve soñando
Que de blanco vestida se estaba casando
Que bonita iba mi niña
El racimo mas lindo de mi vendimia»
Tienen las carnes abiertas y se hablan con la mirada cuando llaman a la puerta
Si viniera la madre de la criatura quien va a contarle aquella locura
Y tener que escoger la que te pario y te tiro a la basura o la que te dio su
querer
Y lo sabe su padre y su madre, el carro, las hojas, la gorra, la escoba,
la acera, la calle y el contenedor
Y lo sabe el verso y la copla que aquel barrendero un día cantó:
«Hija tu no me llores por un besito
Que donde comen tres también comen cuatro
Mientras haya una escoba no va a faltarte
Un vestidito nuevo y unos zapatos»
Lyrics translation
It was 7 in the morning, you could hear the scrubbing of his broom of branches
It was autumn and swept the loose leaves, there could not fit a leaf in the door
It smelled like coffee, things are there for the one who finds them and that was there for him
And suddenly emptying the leaves gives you shuddered the cry of a child
Breaks the silence of the container, in his arms gave him shelter
And that sweeper this copla sang:
"Daughter, don't cry to me for a little kiss
That where they eat three they also eat four
As long as there's a broom, you won't miss it.
A new dress and shoes»
Open the door Maria that misfortune to parius and this cold morning
What reasons would he have to abandon her and not hug her or breastfeed her
Oh, my god, why did this beautiful miracle fall in my house?
- Maria is beautiful!
And Mary takes her in her arms lights her up a star stay with her
And you take it out with the other three, you will not have Silk sabanitas
But your good mother will always be
"Yours will be the flame of this candle
That I'm gonna put Carmen on you for your grandmother
I'll lie whatever it is to not lose you
Let no one return your bad luck»
Maria lies about arrobas and tells the doctors that she had parted alone
- As you have pario do not stop anyone
- That's how my mother gave birth ten times.
Quiet woman reminds me of you women before and you signed the paper
And that man in the waiting room, splicing cigars, grinds a tear
I'll have to deliver her without giving her my love
And Mary came out more laughing than the other three times that Mary gave birth
"The other night Maria I was dreaming
She was getting married in white.
How pretty was my girl
The cutest bunch of my vintage»
They have the flesh open and they talk with their eyes when they knock at the door
If the mother of the creature came who will tell him that madness
And having to pick the one that gave birth to you and throw you in the trash or the one that gave you your
want
And his father and his mother know it, the cart, the leaves, the cap, the broom,
the sidewalk, the street and the container
And he knows the verse and the song that that sweeper once sang:
"Daughter, don't cry to me for a little kiss
That where they eat three they also eat four
As long as there's a broom, you won't miss it.
A new dress and shoes»