Paroles et traduction Ana Belén - Los Pelegrinitos

Los Pelegrinitos

Hacia Roma caminan dos pelegrinos
Hacia Roma caminan dos pelegrinos
A que los case el Papa, mamita
Porque son primos, niña bonita
Porque son primos, niña

Al pasar por el puente de la Victoria
Al pasar por el puente de la Victoria
Tropezó la madrina, mamita
Cayó la novia, niña bonita
Cayó la novia, niña

Han llegado a Palacio, suben arriba
Han llegado a Palacio, suben arriba
Y en la sala del Papa, mamita
Los desaniman, niña bonita
Los desaniman, niña

Le ha preguntado el Papa cómo se llaman
Le ha preguntado el Papa cómo se llaman
Él le dice que Pedro, mamita
Y ella que Ana, niña bonita
Y ella que Ana, niña

Le ha preguntado el Papa que, ¿qué edad tienen?
Le ha preguntado el Papa que, ¿qué edad tienen?
Ella dice que quince, mamita
Y él diecisiete, niña bonita
Y él diecisiete, niña

Le ha preguntado el Papa que si han pecado
Le ha preguntado el Papa que si han pecado
Él le dice que un beso, mamita
Que le había dado, niña bonita
Que le había dado, niña

Y la peregrinita, que es vergonzosa
Y la peregrinita, que es vergonzosa
Se le ha puesto la cara, mamita
Como una rosa, niña bonita
Como una rosa, niña

Le ha respondido el Papa, desde su cuarto
Le ha respondido el Papa, desde su cuarto
Quién fuera peregrino, mamita
Para otro tanto, niña bonita
Para otro tanto, niña

Las campanas de Roma ya repicaron
Las campanas de Roma ya repicaron
Porque los pelegrinos, mamita
Ya se casaron, niña bonita
Ya se casaron, niña

The Little Pilgrims

Towards Rome, two pilgrims walk
Towards Rome, two pilgrims walk
To be married by the Pope, my love
Because they are cousins, my pretty
Because they are cousins

As they passed the Victoria bridge
As they passed the Victoria bridge
The godmother tripped, my love
The bride fell, my pretty
The bride fell

Now they've arrived at the Palace, they go upstairs
Now they've arrived at the Palace, they go upstairs
And in the Pope's hall, dear
They are denied, my love
They are denied

The Pope has asked them what their names are
The Pope has asked them what their names are
He says, "Peter," my love
And she says "Ana," my pretty
And she says "Ana"

The Pope has asked them their ages
The Pope has asked them their ages
She says, "Fifteen," my love
And he says "Seventeen," my pretty
And he says "Seventeen"

The Pope has asked them if they've sinned
The Pope has asked them if they've sinned
He says, "A kiss," my love
That she had given him, my pretty
That she had given him

And the little pilgrim, she is shy
And the little pilgrim, she is shy
Her face has turned, my love
Like a rose, my pretty
Like a rose

The Pope has answered them, from his room
The Pope has answered them, from his room
Who would not be a pilgrim, my love
For just as much, my pretty
For just as much

The bells of Rome have already rung
The bells of Rome have already rung
Because the pilgrims, my love
Have now been married, my pretty
Have now been married