Lola Flores — La Zarzamora song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Zarzamora" by Lola Flores.
Lyrics
En el caf de Levante,
Entre palmas y alegras,
Cantaba la Zarzamora
Se lo pusieron de mote
Porque dicen que tena
Los ojos como las moras.
Le abro primero un tratante y ol
Y luego fu de un marqus
Que la llen de brillantes y ol De la cabeza a los pies.
Deca la gente que si era de hielo,
Que si de los hombres se andaba burlando,
Hasta que una noche con rabia de celos,
A la Zarzamora pillaron llorando.
Que tiene la Zarzamora que a todas horas
Llora que llora por los rincones.
Ella que siempre rea y presuma
De que parta los corazones
Del querer hizo la prueba y un cario conoci
Que la trae y que la lleva por la calle del dolor
Los flamencos del colmao
La vigilan a deshora,
Porque se han empestillao
En saber del querer desgraciado
Que embruj a la Zarzamora.
Cuando sonaban las voces,
Una copla de agona
Lloraba la Zarzamora
Mas nadie daba razones
Ni el intrngulis saba
De aquella pena traidora
Pero una noche al levante y ol Fu a buscarla una mujer.
Cuando la tuvo delante y ol Se dijeron no se qu.
De aquello que hablaron ninguno saba
Ms la Zarzamora lo dijo llorando,
En una coplilla que pronto corri
Y que ya la gente la va publicando.
Que tiene la Zarzamora que a todas horas…
Lyrics translation
In the caf of Levante,
Between palms and joys,
He sang the BlackBerry
It was named after him.
Because they say I have
Eyes like blackberries.
I open a dealer first and ol
And then it was from a marquis
Fill it with glitter and ol from head to toe.
Deca people that if it was ice,
That if the men were making fun of,
Until one night in a rage of jealousy,
The BlackBerry was caught crying.
Who has the Blackberry that at all hours
He cries that he cries in the corners.
She who always dreams and boasts
That breaks hearts
Del quero did the test and a caries I met
Who brings her and who takes her down the street of pain
The Flamingos of the colmao
They're watching her in deshora.,
'Cause they've been stomping around.
To know the wretched will
That bewitches the BlackBerry.
When the voices sounded,
A pair of agona
I cried the BlackBerry
But no one gave reasons
Nor is it possible
Of that treacherous penalty
But one night in the East and ol went to find her a woman.
When you had it in front of you and ol they said I don't know.
Of that which no Sheba spoke
Ms. BlackBerry said it crying,
In a coplilla that soon ran
And that people are already publishing it.
Who has the Blackberry that at all hours…