Antonio Aguilar — La Martina song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Martina" by Antonio Aguilar.
Lyrics
Quince anos tenia Martina cuando su amor me entrego
A los diecises cumplidos una traicion me jugo
Y estaban en la conquista
Cuando el marido llego
Que estas haciendo Martina que no estas en tu color
Aqui me estado sentada
No me podido dormir
Si mi tienes disconfiasa no te separes de mi De quien es esa pistola
De quien es ese reloj
De quien es ese caballo que en mi corral relincho
Ese caballo es muy tuyo tu papa te lo mando
Pa que jueras a la boda
De tu hermana la menor
Ayy pobre Martina paresia pande
Sera tava verde limon le calleron con
Las manos en la masa ayy
Yo pa que quero caballos si caballos tengo yo Lo que quero es que me digas
Quien en mi cama durmio
En tu cama naiden duerme cuando tu no estas aqui
Si me tienes desconfianza no te separes de mi
Y la tomo de la mano a sus papas la llevo
Segros aqui esta Martina que una traicion me jugo
Llevate la tu mi yerno la iglesia te la entrego
Y si ella te ah traicionado la culpa no tego yo La criaron mañosa salio mañosa cuatrera alborotadora
Pobre pobre viejo
Incadita de rodillas nomas sies tiros le dio
El amigo del caballo ni por la silla volvio
Lyrics translation
Fifteen years old Martina was when her love gave me
At the 10th birthday a betrayal I Juice
And they were in the conquest
When the husband arrived
That you're doing Martina that you're not in your color
Here I've been sitting
I couldn't sleep
If you don't trust me don't part with me who that gun is
Whose watch is that?
Whose horse is that in my corral I sniff
That horse is very yours. your dad sent it to you.
Pa that jeans to the wedding
From your younger sister
Ayy poor Martina paresia pande
Evening tray green limon Le calleron with
Hands on the dough ayy
I pa that I want horses if horses I have what I want is that you tell me
Who in my bed slept
In your bed naiden sleeps when you're not here
If you don't trust me don't part with me
And I hold her hand to her potatoes I carry her
Segros here is Martina that a betrayal I Juice
Take your son-in-law the church I give you
And if she betrayed you the guilt I did not get her raised tomorrow went out tomorrow four troublemaker
Poor poor old man
On his knees, he shot himself.
The horse's friend didn't even come back for the chair.