Mojinos Escozios — A dos velas (Tributo a Curro Jimenez) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A dos velas (Tributo a Curro Jimenez)" by Mojinos Escozios.
Lyrics
Curro tiene una pena
Una pena curro tiene
Una pena que le quita el sueño
Pobre curro romero
Aaaayyy dos velas
AAAAhhh dos velas
Aaaahhh dos velas
Aaaayyy mi gitanaaaa
Que yaaaa no tiene ganas
Aaaayyyy mi gitanaaa
Que ya no tiene cama
Y me dice todas la noches
Que ya no tiene ganas
Que le duele la cabeza que ya no tiene cama
Y me dice todas la noches
Que ya no tiene ganas
Que le duele la cabeza que ya no tiene cama
Aaaaayyy mi morenaaaa
Que me tienee a dos velas
Aaaayyy mi morena
Que ya no quiere guerra
Y me dice todas la noches
Que ya no tiene ganas
Que le duele la cabeza que ya no tiene cama
Y me dice todas la noches
Que ya no tiene ganas
Que le duele la cabeza que ya no tiene cama
Anda si venirse pa ka
Cagarrobo, guitano
Que os voy a resitah una poesia
Que bonito. Que Bonito!
Mi guitana me tiene a dos velas. Oohhh algarrobo amigo mio, ven conmigo a la
cuevas conmigo. que voy a ponerte to el mojino escocio
Mi guitana me tiene a dos velas. o amigo mio el estudiante, vente conmigo a la
cueva, que te voy a dar por detras y por delanteee!
Mi gitana me tiene a dos velas, ohh amigo mio el guitano, vente conmigo a la
cueva y tocamela
Y me dice todas la noches
Que ya no tiene ganas
Que le duele la cabeza que ya no tiene cama
Y me dice todas la noches
Que ya no tiene ganas
Que le duele la cabeza que ya no tiene cama
Lyrics translation
Curro has a pity
A pity curro has
A pity that takes away the sleep
Poor curro romero
Aaaayyy two candles
Aaaahhh of the candles
Aaaahhh of the candles
Aaaayyy my gitanaaaa
That yaaaa doesn't feel like it
Aaaayyyy my gitanaaa
That he no longer has a bed
And he tells me every night
That he no longer wants
That his head hurts that he no longer has a bed
And he tells me every night
That he no longer wants
That his head hurts that he no longer has a bed
Aaaaayyy my morenaaaa
Hold me to two candles.
Aaaayyy my brunette
That he no longer wants war
And he tells me every night
That he no longer wants
That his head hurts that he no longer has a bed
And he tells me every night
That he no longer wants
That his head hurts that he no longer has a bed
Come on, pa ka.
Cagarrobo, guitar
I'm going to resitah you a poem
How nice. How Beautiful!
My guitar has me two candles. Oohhh carob my friend, come with me to the
caves with me. that I'm going to put you to the Scotch mojino
My guitar has me two candles. O my friend the student, come with me to the
cave, I'll give you behind and on the apron!
My Gypsy has me to two candles, ohh my friend the guitar, come with me to the
cave and touch it
And he tells me every night
That he no longer wants
That his head hurts that he no longer has a bed
And he tells me every night
That he no longer wants
That his head hurts that he no longer has a bed