Juan Carlos Baglietto — Cuento De Gallegos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Cuento De Gallegos" by Juan Carlos Baglietto.
Lyrics
Viniste en un galeon con un mar de fondo
Tu mujer pario un sueño redondo
Aunque el almacen es una cosa dura
Fin de una aventura y el principio del ayer
Llegaste al bordo con un solo traje
Libros de oleaje y la guerra civil
No estaban tan bien vistos los que habian ganado
Su nombre era franco, pero el hambre es si o si
Ella tuvo hogar y cocina de leña
No pudo hacer un hijo en sangre morena
Cortando batatas puso a dios en la balanza
Y una noche de bruma, con un criollo se fue
No hay nada mas patetico que un gallego triste
No entran en la bolsa el luto y el chiste
Parecias un reo por la españa ajusticiado
Corazon nacional, en frente republicano
Y desafiando el dicho y el rumor de los vecinos
El la perdono y a traves de un primo
Ella se entero regreso en silencio
Y por no golpearla, subiste los precios
Ella se puso gruesa como una manzana
Tras el mostrador ni se le notaba
Tuvieron una hija «milagros de la fe»
Deseada por dos, consevida entre tres
Una historia chica contada en los mesones
Me la dijo un tipo que vive alla por flores
El la habia querido con las manos llenas
Y era suya la hija, a la que llamaban «la gallega»
Unas frases obvias plagiadas de algun tango
La verdadera novia y algunos golpes bajos
Que puedo hacer decia para olvidarme
Fui solo un padrillo de sueños de madre
Bajaba la botella, se hacia luna llena
El tipo estaba en medio de su radionovela
Lo deje a las cuatro sin saber el resto
Y escribi esta historia para comprender
Que el amor es cuento
Que el amor es puro cuento
Que el amor es solo cuento
Lyrics translation
You came in a galeon with a sea in the background
Your wife gave birth to a round dream
Although the warehouse is a hard thing
End of an adventure and the beginning of yesterday
You made it to the board in one suit.
Books of swell and civil war
They were not so well seen who had won
His name was frank, but hunger is yes or yes
She had a home and a wood-burning kitchen
Couldn't make a son in brown blood
Cutting sweet potatoes put God on the scales
And one night of mist, with a Creole he went
There is nothing more pathetic than a sad Galician
Mourning and joke are not in the bag
You looked like a prisoner for Spain on trial.
National Heart, Republican front
And defying the saying and the rumor of the neighbors
He forgave her and through a cousin
She's gone back in silence
And by not hitting her, You raised the prices
She got thick as an Apple
Behind the counter you could not even notice
They had a daughter " miracles of faith»
Desired by two, consevida between three
A small story told in the inn
A guy who lives there for Flowers told me.
He had loved her with his hands full
And it was his daughter, whom they called "Galician»
Some obvious phrases plagiarized by some tango
The real girlfriend and some low blows
What can I do to forget
I was just a mother's dream pad
The bottle was lowered, the moon was full
The guy was in the middle of his radio show.
I left him at four without knowing the rest
And I wrote this story to understand
That love is a tale
That love is pure tale
That love is just a story