Vicente Fernandez — Antigua song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Antigua" by Vicente Fernandez.
Lyrics
Dicen que eres antigua
Con tu cara blanca y con tu falda larga
Dicen que eres antigua
Porque llegas pronto de noche a tu casa
Dicen que eres antigua, porque me despides desde la ventana
Dicen que eres antigua, porque vales mucho
Y ellos no valen nada
Porque con tus cosas antiguas tus besos antiguos
Me has robado el alma
La llevas encerrada en ese mar azul que baña tu mirada
La llevas encerrada en ese pelo negro que cae por tu espalda
Con tus cosas antiguas, tus besos antiguos
Tu me has robado el alma
Enséñales los besos y todo el calor que tus besos me arrancan
No vayan a creer que vives sin amor que vives olvidada
Te seguiré queriendo con tu cara blanca y con tu falda larga
Dicen que eres antigua porque vales mucho
Y ellos no valen nada
Porque con tus cosas antiguas tus besos antiguos
Me has robado el alma
La llevas encerrada en ese mar azul que baña tu mirada
La llevas encerrada en ese pelo negro que cae por tu espalda
Con tus cosas antiguas, tus besos antiguos
Tu me has robado el alma
Enséñales los besos y todo el calor que tus besos me arrancan
No vayan a creer que vives sin amor que vives olvidada
Te seguiré queriendo con tu cara blanca y con tu falda larga
Dicen que eres antigua porque vales mucho
Y ellos no valen nada
Lyrics translation
They say you're old
With your white face and your long skirt
They say you're old
Because you come home early at night
They say you're old, ' cause you fire me from the window
They say you're old, ' cause you're worth a lot
And they're worthless
Because with your old things your old kisses
You stole my soul.
You carry her locked in that blue sea that bathes your gaze
You've got her locked up in that black hair that falls on your back
With your old things, your old kisses
You stole my soul
Show them the kisses and all the heat that your kisses tear me away
Do not go to believe that you live without love that you live forgotten
I'll still love you with your white face and your long skirt
They say you're old because you're worth a lot
And they're worthless
Because with your old things your old kisses
You stole my soul.
You carry her locked in that blue sea that bathes your gaze
You've got her locked up in that black hair that falls on your back
With your old things, your old kisses
You stole my soul
Show them the kisses and all the heat that your kisses tear me away
Do not go to believe that you live without love that you live forgotten
I'll still love you with your white face and your long skirt
They say you're old because you're worth a lot
And they're worthless