Ecos del Rocio — La Chavala del Pañuelo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Chavala del Pañuelo" by Ecos del Rocio.
Lyrics
Lo pago a patadas con todas las flores de aquel callejón sin salida
Con sus bata blanca llegan 3 doctores, sin andar por las ramas, dan
explicaciones
Lo que tiene la niña se llama, por dios señora no llore
Le dijeron al novio recoge las flores
Son los golpes que nos da la vida, los soñadores,
Hablaremos con ella que se una a la gran batalla de los luchadores
Mas que a nadie la quiero, que hago con los piropos y su mata de pelo,
Cuando en el barrio la llamen todo la chavala del pañuelo.
Dígame doctor quien es este canalla que ahora me mira de frente
Encallo los dientes mientras juraba: por mi madre que a este, le gano la batalla,
Los doctores los 3 sonriente le pedían que luchara
Sacare de mi padre el sudor de su frente, de mi madre la rabia y el coraje de mujer valiente
Y por mi hermanillo, mis amigos y mi novio ese niño que tanto me quiere
Yo marcharme no puedo, que hago con los piropos a mi mata de pelo,
cuando en el barrio me llaman todos la chavala del pañuelo.
Se rapo diciendo lo mismo que ella, pensando que le ayudaría,
En aquel recreo todo el mundo le dijo lucharemos a una, con ella y contigo y si hay que traerle la luna, para eso estan los amigos.
Ayudarle a mi niña por lo que mas quiera porque yo le habia prometió casarme
con ella, le dire que luchado cambiaremos un dia el pañuelo por la diadema
Su matita de pelo, la cortao su novio la mata de pelo y en el barrio la llaman
todos, la chabala del pañuelo.
Le ganaba el pulso a la mala suerte y por fin la luz se le encendía
Le servia otra copa el barril de la vida, la madre le compra peine y orquillas
y las flores crecen a la sombra de aquel callejón sin salida.
En el pueblo socaban campanas de boda, esta tarde en el campo le dice el trigo
a la amapola,
Ha llegado la hora, en el barrio se casa la reina de las luchadoras
Vive con el despelo le ayudara los niños de la matita de pelo y le llaman con
cariño la chavala del pañuelo.
(Gracias a je por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
I'll kick it with all the flowers from that dead end.
With their white robe arrive 3 Doctors, Without walking the branches, give
explaining
What has the girl is called, for God's sake lady do not cry
They told the groom to pick up the flowers.
It's the blows that life gives us, the Dreamers,
We'll talk to her to join the Great Battle of the fighters
I love her more than anyone, what do I do with the pyropos and their hairbrush,
When the whole girl with the handkerchief gets called in the neighborhood.
Tell me doctor Who Is this scoundrel who now looks at me face to face
I stuck my teeth as I swore: for my mother, I won this one the battle,
The smiling 3 doctors asked him to fight
I will bring out from my father the sweat of his brow, from my mother the rage and the courage of a brave woman
And to my little brother, my friends and my boyfriend that boy who loves me so much
I can't leave, what do I do with the pyropos to my hair,
when everyone in the neighborhood calls me the girl with the handkerchief.
He rapt saying the same thing as her, thinking it would help him,
At that recess everyone said We'll fight one, with her and you and if we have to bring her the moon, that's what friends are for.
Help my child for what he wants most because I had promised to marry him
with her, I'll tell you that fought one day we'll change the handkerchief for the diadem
Her hair pencil, her haircut or her boyfriend kills her hair and in the neighborhood they call her
everybody, the handkerchief slob.
Bad luck was winning the pulse and the light was finally on
He was given another drink the barrel of life, the mother buys him comb and orchillas
and the flowers grow in the shadow of that dead end.
In the village undermined wedding bells, this afternoon in the countryside tells the wheat
to the poppy,
The time has come, in the neighborhood marries the Queen of fighters
Live with peeling will help children from the hair pencil and call you with
honey, the girl with the handkerchief.
(Thanks to je for this letter)