Xutos & Pontapés — Conchita Morales song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Conchita Morales" by Xutos & Pontapés.
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Conchita Morales
Terra do fogo
No sul da Argentina
Oito da matina e um frio de rachar
Sai a patrulha para militar
Estendendo a roupa toda remendada
Usada pelos seus irmãos
Sonha com um tango
Dançado com as mãos
Conchita Morales
Viu los federales
E logo ali temeu
Pelas lindas formas que sua mãe lhe deu
Anda Conchita
Carita bonita
Vais ter de agradar
Ao senhor militar
Ela não sabia
Se era noite ou dia
Se ainda chovia
Quando acordou
No chão da caserna onde ele a deixou
Ela andou cansada
Rota e usada
Pela tropa que lhe traçou
Negro destino que ela abraçou
Anda Conchita
Carita bonita
A vida não espera
Tu foge daí
Em Buenos Aires
são seis de la tarde
Conchita anda a trabalhar
Tem outras bocas para sustentar
Conchita Morales
Viu los federales
Garbosos e não resistiu
Mandou todos à puta que os pariu
Anda Conchita
Carita bonita
Dá-me a tua mão
Viva a revolução
Lyrics translation
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Conchita Morales
Land of fire
In the south of Argentina
Eight of the matina and a cold cracking
Leave the patrol to military
Extending all-patched clothing
Used by his brothers
Dream of a tango
Danced with his hands
Conchita Morales
Saw the feds
And soon ali feared
By the beautiful ways your mother gave you
Come On, Conchita.
Pretty face
You'll have to please
To Mr. military
She didn't know
Whether it was night or day
If it still rained
When you woke up
On the floor of the barracks where he left her
She walked tired
Route and used
By the troop that traced it
Black fate she embraced
Come On, Conchita.
Pretty face
Life does not wait
You run away from there
In Buenos Aires
it's six in the afternoon
Conchita's working.
Has other mouths to sustain
Conchita Morales
Saw the feds
Graceful and did not resist
He sent them all to the whore who gave birth to them
Come On, Conchita.
Pretty face
Give me your hand
Long Live The Revolution