Paroles et traduction Canelita - Piel Canela

Piel Canela

Soy un bohemio aventurero,
Que va de aquí para allá,
Y vuela a los cuatro vientos.
Voy sin rumbo y sin destino,
Buscando nuevos caminos,
Y nadie me detendrá,
Mientras me quede una pluma,
No voy a dejar de volar.

No quiere alcanzar la luna,
Ni las estrellas, ni las estrellas,
Prima con tus manos.
La vida te va a enseñar,
Y a caminar con cuidao'.
Y el día menos pensao',
Ay yo te voy a ajustar las cuentas,
Gitana no te reveles,
Que te canto las cuarenta,
Que conmigo no te vale,
Corre coge la puerta,
Y vete con tu mare.

Escucha bien, gitana, prima lo que te digo,
Cuando estés cansa', mu' jartita de andar,
Tu querrás tener aquello que perdiste,
Pero ya será tarde, primita para empezar.

Me ha enseñao la experiencia,
Me ha ense-ñao. la experiencia,
Y a sufrir to' los desengañitos,
Ay a llevar la vida, con paciencia.
Yo he vivío enamorao,
Porque me dio su cariño,
Yo he vivío enamorao,
Porque me dio su cariño.
Si no la tengo a mi lao,
Si no la tengo a mi lao,
Yo lloro como los niños.

Tu piel canela y tu pelo negro,
Y es tu semblante tan canastero,
Cuando me miran tus ojos,
Me calan hasta los huesos. BIS X4

Cinnamon Skin

I am an adventurous bohemian,
Who goes from here to there,
And flies with the four winds.
I go without direction and without destination,
Seeking new paths,
And no one will stop me,
As long as I have a pen,
I will not stop flying.

You don't want to reach the moon,
Nor the stars, nor the stars,
Cousin, with your hands.
Life will teach you,
And to walk with care.
And the day least expected,
Oh, I'm going to settle your accounts,
Gypsy, don't rebel,
For I'll tell you off,
That with me you're not worth it,
Run, get your coat,
And go to your mother.

Listen well, gypsy, cousin what I tell you,
When you're tired, very tired of walking,
You'll want to have what you lost,
But it will be too late, cousin to start.

Experience has taught me,
It has taught me. experience,
And to suffer all disappointments,
Oh, to bear life, with patience.
I have lived in love,
Because she gave me her love,
I have lived in love,
Because she gave me her love.
If I don't have her by my side,
If I don't have her by my side,
I cry like a child.

Your cinnamon skin and your black hair,
And your face is so gypsy-like,
When your eyes look at me,
They chill me to the bone. BIS X4