Manolo Garcia — Tu Pequeña Tienda song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tu Pequeña Tienda" by Manolo Garcia.
Lyrics
Hay sobre las puertas agrietadas
Cruces de pita seca
Y en aleros desconchados
Cuelgan mazorcas regadas de alberca
Y yo me siento ante la mesa vieja
Frente al paisaje
A contemplar;
A regentar tu tienda y fluir con la tarde
Hay sobre las puertas que han vivido
Otras manos, otros roces, otras dichas
Y en sus despintadas vetas
Dignidad de rincón tibio, de cueva, de taberna
Es tu figón, tu pequeña tienda
Aaahahhahhahahhhahahah
Y yo me siento ante la mesa vieja frente al paisaje
A contemplar, a regentar la tienda y fluir con la tarde
Y yo me siento ante la mesa vieja frente al paisaje
A contempla el valle, a regentar la tienda y pasar la tarde
Lyrics translation
There's about the cracked doors
Dry pita crosses
And in shelled Eaves
Watered cobs hang from the pool
And I sit at the old table
Facing the landscape
To behold;
To manage your shop and flow with the evening
There are about the doors that have lived
Other hands, other rubs, other said
And in its disheveled veins
Dignity of a warm corner, of a cave, of a tavern
It's your figon, your little shop
Aaahhahhahhahahhhahah
And I sit at the old table in front of the landscape
To contemplate, to manage the shop and to flow with the evening
And I sit at the old table in front of the landscape
To contemplate the valley, to run the tent and spend the afternoon