Tango Lyrics in Spanish and
English
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SE DICE DE MI
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It’s said about me (1943)
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Music by: Francisco Canaro & Ivo Pelay | |||
Lyrics by: Francisco Canaro & Ivo Pelay | |||
Translated by: Alberto Paz | |||
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Last update on: 3/11/08 | |||
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My favorite dance is
the milonga, and my favorite milonga is: "Se Dice de mí" by Tita
Merello. Any chance of a translation? Regards, and thank you for your
work. - Andrew I want to let you know that there are some mistakes in the lyric "Se dice de mí": y se quedan si los miro resoplando como un Ford. (It is not "gol"). Therefore, the meaning is completely different. The page is great! - Luciano |
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Version en castellano | English translation | ||
Se dice de mi,
Se dice de mi, Se dice que soy fiera, que camino a lo malevo, que soy chueca y que me muevo con un aire compadrón, que parezco Leguisamo, mi nariz es puntiaguda, la figura no me ayuda y mi boca es un buzón. Si charlo con Luis, con Pedro o con Juan, hablando de mi los hombres están. Critican si ya, la línea perdí, se fijan si voy, si vengo o si fui. Se dicen muchas cosas, mas si el bulto no interesa, porque pierden la cabeza ocupándose de mi. Yo se que muchos que desprecian con mentiras y suspiran y se mueren cuando piensan en mi amor. Y mas de uno se derrite si suspiro y se quedan si los miro resoplando como un Ford. Si fea soy, pongámosle, que de eso aun no me entere, en el amor, yo solo se, que a mas de un gil, deje de a pie. Podrán decir, podrán hablar, y murmurar, y rebuznar, mas la fealdad que dios me dio, mucha mujer me la envidio y no dirán que me engrupi porque modesta siempre fui. Yo soy así Y ocultan de mi, ocultan que yo tengo, unos ojos sonadores, además otros primores que producen sensación. Si soy fiera se que en cambio, tengo un cutis de muñeca, los que dicen que soy chueca, no me han visto en camisón. Los hombres de mi. critican la voz, el modo de andar, la pinta, ehe!, la tos. Critican si ya la línea perdí, se fijan si voy, si vengo, o si fui. Se dicen muchas cosas, mas si el bulto no interesa, porque pierden la cabeza ocupándose de mi. Yo se que hay muchos me desprecian compañía, y suspiran y se mueren cuando piensan en mi amor. Y mas de uno se derrite si suspiro y se quedan si los miro resoplando como un gol. Si fea soy, pongámosle, que de eso aun no me entere, en el amor, yo solo se, que a mas de un gil, deje de a pie. Podrán decir, podrán hablar, y murmurar, y rebuznar, mas la fealdad que dios me dio, mucha mujer me la envidio, y no dirán que me engrupi porque modesta siempre fui. Yo soy así |
It's said about me
It's said about me, Its' said that I'm ugly, that I walk like a quarrelsome person, that I'm bowlegged and that I move with a conceited attitude, that I look like (jockey Ireneo) Leguisamo, my nose is pointy, the silhouette doesn't help and my mouth is like a mail box. If I chat with Luis, with Pedro or with Juan, the men are talking about me. They criticize if I already my waistline is gone, they check if I go, if I come or if I left. Many things are said but the shape doesn't matter, because they lose their head concerning themselves about me. I know that many snub with lies and sigh for me and die when they think of my love. And more than one melts if I sigh and if I look at them, they're puffing like a Ford. If I'm ugly, let's say it's so, though I'm not aware of that, when it comes to love, all I know, that I left stranded more than one fool. They might say, they might talk, and gossip and bray, but the ugliness that God gave me many women envied it and they won't say that I deceived myself because I always was modest. I am this way. And they hush about me, they hide that I have, some dreamy eyes besides other charms that produce sensation. If I'm ugly, I know that instead, I have the skin of a doll, those who say I'm bowlegged, have not seen me in a nightgown. The men criticize my voice, the way I move, the appearance, ahem, the cough. They criticize if I already my waistline is gone, they check if I go, if I come or if I left. Many things are said but the shape doesn't matter, because they lose their head concerning themselves about me. I know that many snub the company I keep and sigh for me and die when they think of my love. And more than one melts if I sigh and if I look at them, they gasp like they score a goal . If I'm ugly, let's say it's so, though I'm not aware of that, when it comes to love, all I know, that I left stranded more than one fool. They might say, they might talk, and gossip and bray, but the ugliness that God gave me many women envied it and they won't say that I deceived myself because I always was modest. I am this way. |
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