Amarraditos Lyrics – Maria Dolores Pradera
Singer: Maria Dolores Pradera
Title: Amarraditos
Vamos amarraditos los dos
Espumas y terciopelo
Yo con un recrujir de almidón
Y tú, serio y altanero
La gente nos mira con envidia por la calle
Murmuran los vecinos
Los amigos y el alcalde dicen que no se estila ya más
Ni mi peinetón, ni mi pasador
Dicen que no se estila o no
Ni mi medallón ni tu cinturón
Yo sé que se estilan tus ojazos y mi orgullo
Cuando voy de tu brazo por el Sol y sin apuro
Nos espera nuestro cochero frente a la iglesia mayor
Y a trotecito lento, recorremos el paseo
Tú saludas tocando el ala de tu sombrero mejor
Y yo agito con donaire mi pañuelo
No se estila, ya sé que no se estila
Que te pongas para cenar jazmines en el ojal
Desde luego parece un juego
Pero no hay nada mejor que ser un señor de aquellos
Que vieron mis abuelos
Nos espera nuestro cochero frente a la iglesia mayor
Y a trotecito lento recorremos el paseo
Tú saludas tocando el ala de tu sombrero mejor
Y yo agito con donaire mi pañuelo
No se estila, ya sé que no se estila
Que te pongas para cenar jazmines en el ojal
Desde luego parece un juego pero no hay nada mejor
Que ser un señor de aquellos que vieron mis abuelos
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Amarraditos – English Translation
Let’s love the two
Foams and velvet
I with a recruit of starch
And you, serious and haughty
People look at us with envy on the street
The neighbors murmured
Friends and mayor say that it is not stile anymore
Nor my pepper, nor my pin
They say that it is not stile or not
Neither my medallion nor your belt
I know that your eyes are styled and my pride
When I go from your arm in the sun and without hurry
Our coachman is waiting for us in front of the Church
And at a slow trite, we travel the ride
You salute playing the wing of your hat better
And I waved with Donaire my handkerchief
It is not stile, I know it does not stile
That you put to dine jasmine in the buttonhole
Of course it looks like a game
But there is nothing better than being a lord of those
Who saw my grandparents
Our coachman is waiting for us in front of the Church
And at a slow trite we will travel the ride
You salute playing the wing of your hat better
And I waved with Donaire my handkerchief
It is not stile, I know it does not stile
That you put to dine jasmine in the buttonhole
Of course it seems a game but there is nothing better
That be a lord of those who saw my grandparents
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Lyrics Maria Dolores Pradera – Amarraditos
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