Paroles et traduction Francisco Canaro - Se dice de mí (feat. Carlos Roldán)

Se dice de mí (feat. Carlos Roldán)

Se dice de mí.
Se dice que soy fea,
Que camino a lo malevo,
Que soy chueca y que me muevo
Con un aire compadrón,
Que parezco un dinosaurio,
Mi nariz es puntiaguda,
La figura no me ayuda
Y mi boca es un buzón.
Si chlarlo con Luis, con Pedro o con Juan,
Hablando de mí os hombres están.
Critican si ya, la linea perdí,
Se fijan si voy, si vengo o si fi.
Se dicen muchas cosas,
Mas si el bulto no interesa,
Porque pierden la cabeza
Ocupándose de mí.
Yo se que hay muchos que desprecian con mentiras
Y suspiran y se mueren cuando piensan en mi amor.
Y más de uno se derrite si suspiro
Y se quedan si los miro resoplando con temor.
Si fea soy,
Pongámosle,
Que de eso ya yo me enteré,
Mas la fealdad que dios me dio,
Mucha mujer me la envidió
Y no diran que me creí
Porque modesta siempre fui.
Yo soy así
Y ocultan de mí,
Ocultan que yo tengo,
Unos ojos soñadores,
Ademas otros primores
Que producen sensación.
Si soy fea se que, en cambio,
Tengo un cutis de muñeca,
Los que dicen que soy chueca,
No me han visto en camisón.
Los hombres de mí critican la voz,
El modo de andar, la pinta, la tos.
Critican si ya la linea perdí,
Se fijan si voy, si vengo, o si fui.
Se dicen muchas cosas,
Mas si el bulto no interesa,
Porque pierden la cabeza
Ocupandose de mí.
Yo se que hay muchos que desprecian con mentiras
Y suspiran y se mueren cuando piensan en mi amor.
Y más de uno se derrite si suspiro
Y se quedan si los miro resoplando con temor.
Si fea soy, pongamosle,
Que de eso ya yo me enteré
Mas la fealdad que dios me dio,
Mucha mujer me la envidió.
Y no dirán que me creí
Porque modesta siempre fui.
Yo soy así.

It is said of me (feat. Carlos Roldán)

It is said of me.
It is said that I am ugly,
That I walk like a bad boy,
That I am crooked and that I move
With a pimp air,
That I look like a dinosaur,
My nose is sharp,
My figure does not help me
And my mouth is a mailbox.
If I chat with Louis, with Peter or with John,
Talking about me the men are.
They criticize if I have already lost the line,
They look if I go, if I come or if I trust.
Many things are said,
But if the package is not interesting,
Why do they lose their heads
By taking care of me.
I know that there are many who despise with lies
And they sigh and die when they think of my love.
And more than one melts if I sigh
And they stay if I look at them, breathing with fear.
If I am ugly,
Let's say,
That I have already found out about that,
But the ugliness that God gave me,
Many a woman envied me
And they will not say that I believed it
Because I have always been modest.
I am like this
And they hide from me,
They hide that I have,
Dreamy eyes,
Besides other charms
That produce sensation.
If I am ugly, I know that, on the other hand,
I have a doll's complexion,
Those who say I'm crooked,
They haven't seen me in my nightgown.
Men criticize my voice,
The way I walk, my looks, my cough.
They criticize if I have already lost the line,
They look if I go, if I come, or if I was.
Many things are said,
But if the package is not interesting,
Why do they lose their heads
Taking care of me.
I know that there are many who despise with lies
And they sigh and die when they think of my love.
And more than one melts if I sigh
And they stay if I look at them, breathing with fear.
If I am ugly, let's say,
That I have already found out about that
But the ugliness that God gave me,
Many a woman envied me.
And they will not say that I believed it
Because I have always been modest.
I am like this.