Canelita — Vivo Solo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Vivo Solo" by Canelita.
Lyrics
Manojito de alfileres
Se lo hinquen a mi novia
Cuando la llamo y no viene
Manojito de alfileres
Se lo hinquen a mi novia
Cuando la llamo y no viene
Ponte guapa Carmelilla
Ponte guapa Carmelilla
Que tú te va a venir conmigo
Pa' la feria de Sevilla
Dicho y lo voy hacer
Lo dicho y lo voy hacer
Un teléfono chiquito, gitana mía, pa' saber de tu querer
Tú ponte el vestío que tanto me gusta verte, píntate los labios con el color de
las fuentes, esta noche bailas tú con los duendes, tú con los duentes
Mi vida sería un volcán
Sin ti yo no sé que haría
Si algún día me faltaras
Yo creo que me moriría
No se le puede comparar, los cantes tan canasteros que te hacía a ti Tomás,
son cantes que se perdieron, no los volverás a escuchar
Yo a ti te tengo que dar
Yo a ti te tengo que dar
Un beso ai por la noche
Y otro por la madruga
Según va pasando el tiempo vamos quedando menos
Vamos quedando menos, hay personas que tú quieres que ya partieron al cielo
Yo quisiera irme con él, oh mare yo no quiero ir al infierno, porque sinela mi
pueblo, porque sinela mi pueblo, porque sinela mi pueblo
Vivo solo de ilusiones y fantasías inalcanzables, que lo mismo que una vela me
consumo lentamente, a veces quisiera pensar lo que siente el corazón,
a veces yo quisiera pensar que tu amor es mi perdición
LElele. Lelele.
Lyrics translation
Bunch of pins
My girlfriend's getting blown up.
When I call her and she doesn't come
Bunch of pins
My girlfriend's getting blown up.
When I call her and she doesn't come
Get pretty Carmelilla
Get pretty Carmelilla
That you're coming with me
Pa ' la feria de Sevilla
Said and I'll do it
I said it and I'll do it
A little phone, my Gypsy, to know of your love
You put on the dress that I like to see you so much, paint your lips with the color of
the fountains, tonight you dance with the goblins, you dance with the goblins
My life would be a volcano
Without you I don't know what I'd do
If I ever miss you
I think I'd die.
You can't compare him, the songs so basketry that Thomas did to you,
they're songs that were lost, you won't hear them again
I have to give you
I have to give you
A kiss at night
And another in the early hours
As time goes by we're getting less
There are people you want who have already left for heaven
I'd like to go with him, o mare I don't want to go to hell, because sinela my
people, for my people is sinela, for my people is sinela
I live alone of unreachable illusions and fantasies, that the same as a candle me
I consume slowly, sometimes I would like to think what the heart feels,
sometimes I'd like to think that your love is my doom
LElele. Lelele.