Javier Krahe — Marieta song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Marieta" by Javier Krahe.
Lyrics
Y yo que fui a rondarle la otra noche a Marieta:
La bella la traidora, había ido a escuchar a Alfredo Kraus…
Y yo con mi canción como un gilipollas, madre
Y yo con mi canción como un gilipollas
Y entré con el salero al comedor de Marieta:
La bella, la traidora, ya estaba acabando el flan…
Y yo allí con la sal como un gilipollas, madre
Y yo allí con la sal como un gilipollas
Y cuando por su santo le compré una bicicleta:
La bella, la traidora, ya se había agenciado un Rolls…
Pegado al manillar hice el gilipollas, madre
Pegado al manillar hice el gilipollas
Y le llevé una orquídea a nuestra cita en la glorieta:
La bella se besaba con un chulo, ¡y apoyada en un farol!
Y yo allí con mi flor como un gilipollas, madre
Y yo allí con mi flor como un gilipollas
Y cuando ya, por fin fui a degollar a Marieta:
La bella, la traidora, de un soponcio se me había muerto ya…
Y yo con mi puñal como un gilipollas, madre
Y yo con mi puñal como un gilipollas
Y lúgubre corrí al funeral de Marieta:
A la bella, la traidora le dio por resucitar…
Y yo con mi corona hice el gilipollas, madre
Y yo con mi corona hice el gilipollas
Lyrics translation
And I went around Marieta the other night:
The Beautiful The Traitor, had gone to listen to Alfredo Kraus…
And me with my song like an asshole, mother
And me with my song like an asshole
And I went in with the salt shaker to Marieta's dining room:
The beautiful, the traitor, was already finishing the flan…
And I there with salt like an asshole, mother
And me there with salt like an asshole
And when for his Saint I bought him a bicycle:
The Beautiful, The Traitor, had already arranged a Rolls…
Stuck to the handlebars I was an asshole, mother
Stuck to the handlebars I was an asshole
And I brought an orchid to our date in the gazebo.:
The beauty was kissing a pimp, and leaning on a bluff!
And I there with my flower like an asshole, mother
And me there with my flower like an asshole
And when I finally went to slit Marieta's throat:
The Beautiful, The Traitor, of a soponcio was already dead to me…
And me with my dagger like an asshole, mother
And me with my dagger like an asshole
And gloomy I ran to Marieta's funeral:
To the Beautiful, The Traitor gave to resurrect…
And with my crown, I was an asshole, mother.
And with my crown, I was an asshole.