Los Chavales de España — El Gitano Señorón song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Gitano Señorón" by Los Chavales de España.
Lyrics
Ni ná, ni ná, que mira, mira va
Ni ná, ni ná, que mira, mira va
Cuando al mundo me trajo mi mare
Sin contar con mi menda pa ná
Me enseñaron algunos cantares
Que de ellos me valgo pa no trabajar
Yo no soy gitano canastero
No soy sartenero ni soy bailaor
Yo camelo que to er mundo entero
Se quite el sombrero lo mismo que yo
Dale, dale, dale, dale, dale pienso al borriquillo
Dale pa que pueda caminar
Dale, dale, dale, dale pienso al borriquillo
Dale que si no, no pué arrancar
Ni ná, ni ná, que mira, mira va
Ni ná, ni ná, que mira, mira va, sa, sa
Era yo el gitano señorito
Y al cabo de algun tiempo mi menda progresó
Hoy que me ven de estas hechuras
Me llaman tos los payos el gitano señorón
Dale, dale pienso al borriquillo
Dale pa que pueda caminar
Aún le cambiaremos por un carro
Si encontramos un achié con paladar
Tralará, si el borrico ya murió
Tralará, pa que quiere la cebá
Ni ná, ni ná, que mira, mira va
Ni ná, ni ná, que mira, mira va
Cuando tengo ganitas de fiesta
Como soy señorón de postín
Me coloco mi esmoquin de seda
Y en un automóvil me planto hasta aquí
Yo no bebo tequila barato
Ni fumo tabaco que sabe a serrín
Bebo güisqui en el salón Versalles
Y soy un machote flamenco y cañí ¡Agua!
Dale, dale, dale, dale, dale pienso al borriquillo
Dale pa que pueda caminar
Dale, dale, dale, dale pienso al borriquillo
Dale que si no, no pué arrancar
Ni ná, ni ná, que mira, mira va
Ni ná, ni ná, que mira, mira va, sa, sa
Era yo el gitano señorito
Y al cabo de algun tiempo mi menda progresó
Hoy que me ven de estas hechuras
Me llaman tos los payos el gitano señorón
Dale, dale pienso al borriquillo
Dale pa que pueda caminar
Aún le cambiaremos por un carro
Si encontramos un achié con paladar
Tralará, si el borrico ya murió
Tralará, pa que quiere la cebá
Era el gitano señorito
Y al cabo de algun tiempo mucho el menda progresó
Ahora que le ven de esas hechuras
Le llaman tos los payos el gitano señorón
Dale, dale pienso al borriquillo
Dale pa que pueda caminar
Aún le cambiaremos por un carro
Si encontramos un achié con paladar
Tralará, si el borrico ya murió
Tralará, pa quiere la cebá
Lyrics translation
Neither na, nor Na, who looks, looks goes
Neither na, nor Na, who looks, looks goes
When the world brought me my mare
Not counting my menda PA ná
They taught me some singing.
That of them I'm worth not working
I'm not a gypsy basket case.
I'm not a cook or a dancer.
I camel that to er whole world
Take off your hat the same as me
Come on, Come On, Come On, Come On, Come On, Come on.
Give him a chance to walk
Come on, Come On, Come On, Come On, Come On, Come on.
Give him that if he doesn't, I can't start.
Neither na, nor Na, who looks, looks goes
Neither na, nor Na, who looks, looks va, sa, sa
I was the Gypsy, Sir.
And after some time my mind progressed
Today they see me of these doings
They call me a cough the clowns The Gypsy gentleman
Come on, Come on, I think of the little blob.
Give him a chance to walk
We'll still trade him for a car.
If we find an achievement with taste
It will stop, if the borrico is already dead
Tralará, pa who wants the barley
Neither na, nor Na, who looks, looks goes
Neither na, nor Na, who looks, looks goes
When I feel like partying
As I am Master of Postin
I put on my silk tuxedo
And in a car I crash here
I don't drink cheap tequila
No smoke tobacco that tastes like sawdust
I drink guisqui in the salon Versailles
And I'm a Flemish machote and I canned water!
Come on, Come On, Come On, Come On, Come On, Come on.
Give him a chance to walk
Come on, Come On, Come On, Come On, Come On, Come on.
Give him that if he doesn't, I can't start.
Neither na, nor Na, who looks, looks goes
Neither na, nor Na, who looks, looks va, sa, sa
I was the Gypsy, Sir.
And after some time my mind progressed
Today they see me of these doings
They call me a cough the clowns The Gypsy gentleman
Come on, Come on, I think of the little blob.
Give him a chance to walk
We'll still trade him for a car.
If we find an achievement with taste
It will stop, if the borrico is already dead
Tralará, pa who wants the barley
It was the Gypsy, Sir.
And after a long time the menda progressed
Now that they see him from those doings
They call him coughs, the Gypsy gentleman.
Come on, Come on, I think of the little blob.
Give him a chance to walk
We'll still trade him for a car.
If we find an achievement with taste
It will stop, if the borrico is already dead
Tralará, pa wants the barley