Beatriz Luengo — Candela song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Candela" by Beatriz Luengo.
Lyrics
Se pone bien bonita, se pinta la mulata.
Ay, si tu quieres yo te cuento bien la historia de la flaca.
Cuerpo espectacular, boca sentimental,
con mucho que contar y tanto que aguantar.
Del bajo mundo ella proviene, tanto vales tanto tienes.
Ese es el lema y si no te conviene, escucha lo que viene,
que esta historia siempre pega a los que poco tienen
Candela, soñaba ser princesa,
en su castillo de suelo a tierra
y techo de cartón
Candela, tan sonriente,
con sus ojitos negros,
llenos de pena y de ilusión
Candela, catorce primaveras.
Con sus sueños rotos,
aquella niña empezó a cambiar.
Vivía pensando que algún día,
Aquellos sueños de ser princesa,
podría comprar.
Candela, la reina de la calle.
Así se crió mi Candela.
Candela, la dueña de la calle.
Así se crió mi Candela.
Candela en su primer encuentro,
cortó sus alas, cerró sus ojos
y se dejó.
Candela, la más bella rosa,
que en sábanas blancas, sin sentimientos,
se marchitó
La vida le quemó por dentro,
como a tantas otras que en su destino
no estaba amar
Ay, mi Candela, después de esa noche,
guardó sus sueños en su gaveta y se marchó.
Mira, mira como va Candela
Mira, mira como va (ay mi Candela)
Mira, mira como va Candela
Mira, mira como va (ay como va mi Candela)
Mira, mira como va Candela
Mira, mira como va Candela, la reina de la calle.
Así se crió mi Candela.
Candela, la dueña de la calle.
Así se crió mi Candela.
Candela, ya no tiene dueño.
Tiene su precio y si tu quieres puedes comprar.
Candela, se apagó por dentro,
y en si última cita en las noticias fue a parar
Y como de costumbre ella acuesta al chama.
La almohada en su cama,
los zapatitos limpiecitos pa' mañana por la mañana.
En la frente los besitos de su mama
y en el pecho esa virgen que lo calma
Ahora Candela ya esta lista pa' trabajar.
Busca un cliente con dinero para empezar.
Pero la vida por desgracia le quiere cobrar
y ya su ángel llega tarde para ayudar.
Su sangre como rosa que pétalos derrama.
Su vida se va en prosas que pasan por su alma.
Otra más que muere.
Lo cuentan los que la pudieron ver, que al amanecer,
dos polis salieron del hotel
(ay, ay, ay, ay, ay mi Candela
ay, ay, ay, ay, ya no está
se me apagó mi Candela
ay, ay, ay, ay, que nos va ay, ay, ay, ay, ay mi Candela
ay, ay, ay, ay, ya no está
se me apagó mi Candela
ay, ay, ay, ay, que nos va)
Candela, la reina de la calle.
Así se apagó mi Candela.
Candela, la dueña de la calle.
Así se apagó mi Candela.
de hakim vamos paris.
(Gracias a Hakim por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
She gets pretty, she paints her mulatto.
Oh, if you want, I'll tell you the skinny story.
Spectacular body, sentimental mouth,
with so much to tell and so much to endure.
From the underworld she comes, so much worth so much you have.
That's the motto and if it doesn't suit you, listen to what's coming,
that this story always beats those who have little
Candela, I dreamed of being a princess,
in your castle from ground to ground
and cardboard ceiling
Candle, so smiling,
with their little black eyes,
full of sorrow and illusion
Candle, fourteen Springs.
With your broken dreams,
that little girl started to change.
I lived thinking that someday,
Those dreams of being a princess,
I could buy it.
Candela, the Queen of the street.
That's how my candle grew.
Candela, the owner of the street.
That's how my candle grew.
Candela in her first encounter,
he cut off his wings, closed his eyes
and he quit.
Candle, the most beautiful rose,
that on white sheets, no feelings,
it wilted
Life burned him inside,
as to so many others who in their destiny
I wasn't loving
Oh, my candle, after that night,
he kept his dreams in his drawer and left.
Look, look how Candela goes
Look, look how it goes (Oh my candle)
Look, look how Candela goes
Look, look how it goes (Oh how my candle goes)
Look, look how Candela goes
Look, look at Candela, the Queen of the street.
That's how my candle grew.
Candela, the owner of the street.
That's how my candle grew.
Candela, he doesn't own it anymore.
It has its price and if you want you can buy.
Candela, it went out inside,
and if last appointment on the news was to stop
And as usual she puts the chama to bed.
The pillow in your bed,
the little clean shoes for tomorrow morning.
On the forehead the kisses of her mother
and in the chest that virgin who calms him
Now Candela is ready to work.
Find a client with money to start with.
But life unfortunately wants to charge you
and already his angel is late to help.
Her blood like rose petals spills.
His life goes on in prose that passes through his soul.
Another one dies.
It is told by those who could see it, that at dawn,
two cops left the hotel
(ay, ay, Ay, Ay, Ay my candle
oh, oh, oh, oh, he's gone.
my candle went out
ay, ay, ay, ay, We're going ay, ay, Ay, Ay my candle
oh, oh, oh, oh, he's gone.
my candle went out
ay, ay, ay, ay, what's going on)
Candela, the Queen of the street.
That's how my candle went out.
Candela, the owner of the street.
That's how my candle went out.
from hakim we go to paris.
(Thanks to Hakim for this letter)