La Pandilla — El camello song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El camello" by La Pandilla.
Lyrics
El camello se pinchó en un
cardo del camino y el
mecánico Melchor
le dio aire y le dio vino.
Baltasar fue a repostar más allá
Del quinto pino
e intranquilo el gran Melchor,
Consultaba su longinos.
No llegamos, no llegamos,
Y el santo parto ha venido
Son las dos y tres minutos
Y tres reyes se han perdido.
El camello cojeando
Más medio muerto que vivo,
va espelechundo la felpa
Entre los troncos de olivo.
Se iba cayendo la mirra
A lo largo del camino
Baltásar lleva los cofres,
Melchor empujaba el bicho.
Acercándose a Gaspar,
Melchor le dijo al oído:
«Vaya birria de camello
Que en Oriente te han vedido.»
A las tantas ya del alba
ya cantaban pajarillos
a las puertas de Belén
al camello le dio hipo.
Los tres reyes se quedaron
boquiabiertos e indecisos
Oyendo hablar como un hombre
A un Niño recién nacido.
No quiero oro ni incienso,
Ni esos tesoros tan fríos.
Quiero el camello,
Le quiero, le quiero,
Repitió el niño.
A pie vuelven los tres reyes
cabizbajos y afligidos
mientras el camello echado,
Le hace cosquillas al niño.
Lyrics translation
The camel was punctured in a
Thistle of the road and the
Melchor mechanic
he gave him air and he gave him wine.
Balthasar went to refuel beyond
Of the fifth Pine
and trouble the great Melchor,
I was consulting his longinos.
We didn't make it, we didn't make it.,
And the holy birth has come
It's two and three minutes.
And Three Kings are lost.
The camel limping
More half dead than alive,
he's going to throw the sweatshirt away.
Between the trunks of olive trees.
The myrrh was falling
Along the way
Balthazar carries the coffers,
Melchor was pushing the bug.
Approaching Gaspar,
Melchor said in his ear:
"What a camel's beer
They have seen you in the East.»
At dawn and so many
they were already singing birds
at the gates of Bethlehem
the camel hiccups.
The Three Kings stayed
open-mouthed and undecided
Hearing talk like a man
A newborn child.
I don't want gold or incense.,
Not even those cold treasures.
I want the camel.,
I love him, I love him,
The child repeated.
The Three Kings return on foot
head down and afflicted
while the camel cast,
It tickles the child.