Cesteiros Lyrics – Rodrigo Cuevas
Singer: Rodrigo Cuevas
Title: Cesteiros
Somos probes cesteiros
Cestos que compoñer
Pobriños de nosotros
Que vamos a morrer
Fame que teño, aia por Dios!
Non sei se é fame ou será tos
Entra pola boca e sae polos pés
Porque este mundo foi feito al revés
Cando vamos para a feira
Cos cestas a vender
Chamamos las mulleres
Que nolos veñan a ver
E son bos cestos, e son, son, son
Que como os meus non hai ningún, non
E son bos cestos, míremos ben
Que como os meus xa non os fai ninguén
Cando vamos para a vila pola Calle Rеal
Quedan as señoritas sentadas nun portal
Elas, moi еmpolvadas, salen ó mirador
Falando polos dedos palabriñas de amor
E son bos cestos, e son, son, son
Que como os meus non hai ningún, non
E son bos cestos, míremos ben
Que como os meus xa non os fai ninguén
Fame que teño, vaia por Dios!
Nun sei se é fame ou será tos
Entra pola boca e sae polos pés
Porque este mundo foi feito al revés
Fame que teño, vaia por Dios!
Nun sei se é fame ou será tos
Entra pola boca e sae polos pés
Porque este mundo foi feito al revés
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Cesteiros – English Translation
We’re Trials Baskets
Baskets to compose
Poor of us
That we’re going to die
Hunger I have, AIA for God!
I don’t know if it’s hunger or will be coughing
Enter the mouth and get out of the feet
Because this world has been done the reverse
When we go to the fair
With the baskets to sell
We call the women
That they come to see
And they are good baskets, and they are, they are, they are
That like mine there is none, no
And they are good baskets, we will look good
That like mine no longer does anyone
When we go to the village by the street rеal
Ladies left sitting on a portal
They, very much еmpolved, go out to the viewpoint
Speaking by the fingers of love of love
And they are good baskets, and they are, they are, they are
That like mine there is none, no
And they are good baskets, we will look good
That like mine no longer does anyone
Hunger I have, go for God!
I don’t know if it is hunger or will be coughing
Enter the mouth and get out of the feet
Because this world has been done the reverse
Hunger I have, go for God!
I don’t know if it is hunger or will be coughing
Enter the mouth and get out of the feet
Because this world has been done the reverse
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Lyrics Rodrigo Cuevas – Cesteiros
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