Lyrics and translation Miguel Poveda - Abril Se Ha Equivocado

Abril Se Ha Equivocado

Qué disparate, Abril se ha equivocado,
Y tomando la posta de febrero
Diciéndose flor para qué os quiero,
A Marzo a la torera se ha saltado.

Y un alboroto por el campo se ha armado
De yemas sin sazón, tramas sin fuero,
La violeta diciéndose me muero,
Apenas el color recién morado.

Qué disparate, Abril se ha equivocado.

No me abriles, no me abriles Febrero a estas alturas,
Que luego viene Marzo con su yelo
Que luego viene Marzo con su yelo
Y nos hace la pascua antes de fecha.

Tú con las tuyas y él con sus diabluras.
Y dónde dice vega pone duelo
Y nos deja a dos palmos de cosecha.

Qué disparate, Abril se ha equivocado.
Qué disparate, Abril se ha equivocado.
Qué disparate, Abril se ha equivocado.

April Has Made a Mistake

What a nonsense, April has made a mistake,
And taking February's place
Calling itself a flower, what do I care,
It has completely skipped March.

And an uproar has arisen in the countryside
Of unripe buds, plots without permission,
The violet saying I'm dying,
Its color barely a new purple.

What a nonsense, April has made a mistake.

Don't April me, don't April me, February, at this time,
For then comes March with its ice
For then comes March with its ice
And gives us a hard time before its time.

You with your tricks and he with his mischief.
And where it says meadow, it puts mourning
And leaves us two steps away from the harvest.

What a nonsense, April has made a mistake.
What a nonsense, April has made a mistake.
What a nonsense, April has made a mistake.