Café Quijano — La Lola song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Lola" by Café Quijano.
Lyrics
Se llama Lola y tiene historia
Aunque más que historia sea un poema
Su vida entera pasó buscando
Noches de gloria como alma en pena
Detrás de su manto de frÃa dama
TenÃa escondidas tremendas armas
Para las batallas del cara a cara
Que con ventaja muy bien libraba
Le fue muy mal de mano en mano
De boca en boca, de cama en cama
Como una muñeca que se desgasta
Se queda vieja y la pena arrastra
Oyeme mi Lola, mi tierna Lola
Tu triste vida es tu triste historia
Pero que manera de caminar
Mira que soberbia en su mirar
Oyeme mi Lola, mi tierna Lola
Tu triste vida es tu triste historia
Pero que manera de caminar
Mira que soberbia en su mirar
Oyeme mi Lola, mi tierna Lola
Tu triste vida es tu triste historia
Fue mujer serena hasta el instante
De entregarse presta a sus amantes
Es tiempo de llanto, es tiempo de duda
De nostalgia y de su locura.
Tienes el consuelo de saberte llena
De cariño limpio y amor sincero
Por que nadie supo robar de tus besos
Eso que hoy te sobra y que nadie añora
Oyeme mi Lola, mi tierna Lola
Tu triste vida es tu triste historia
Pero que manera de caminar
Mira que soberbia en su mirar
Oyeme mi Lola, mi tierna Lola
Tu triste vida es tu triste historia
Pero que manera de caminar
Mira que soberbia en su mirar
Oyeme mi Lola, mi tierna Lola
Tu triste vida es tu triste historia
Es el tiempo de la arruga que no perdona
Es el tiempo de la fruta y de la pintura
Lyrics translation
Her name is Lola and she has history
Although more than history is a poem
His whole life spent searching
Nights of glory as a soul in sorrow
Behind her mantle of Friar lady
He had hidden tremendous weapons
For face-to-face battles
That with advantage was very well
He went very badly from hand to hand
Word of mouth, bed to bed
Like a girl who wears herself
It gets old and grief drags on
Hear me my Lola, my tender Lola
Your sad life is your sad story
But what a way to walk
Look how superb in your look
Hear me my Lola, my tender Lola
Your sad life is your sad story
But what a way to walk
Look how superb in your look
Hear me my Lola, my tender Lola
Your sad life is your sad story
She was a serene woman until the instant
To give himself to his lovers
It's time to cry, it's time to doubt
Of nostalgia and its madness.
You have the comfort of knowing full
Of clean love and sincere love
Because no one knew how to steal from your kisses
That's what you have left today and that no one adds
Hear me my Lola, my tender Lola
Your sad life is your sad story
But what a way to walk
Look how superb in your look
Hear me my Lola, my tender Lola
Your sad life is your sad story
But what a way to walk
Look how superb in your look
Hear me my Lola, my tender Lola
Your sad life is your sad story
It is the time of the wrinkle that does not forgive
It is the time of fruit and paint