Paroles et traduction Martín Buscaglia - La Momia Gitana

La Momia Gitana

Tapate los oídos, mi niña (¡dale, Martín!)
Que están hablando las arenas
Y que las cosas que cuentan
Sonrojan la luna llena

Vamo' a narrar las andanzas
Las de la momia gitana
No tiene pies ni cabeza
Nadie sabe cómo se llama (chiquillo)

Ella vaga en los contornos, ah (austera)
Del viento de la mañana, mmm
Y en lo profundo del sueño
Ves brillar su caravana

Se ha desenrollado la momia (fu-fu-fuego)
Se ha desenrollado
Se ha desenrollado la momia gitana (ah-ah)
Se ha desenrollado la momia
Se ha desenrollado
Se ha desenrollado la momia gitana

En el medio los olivos, ah (Santo Dios)
Suspiraba una andaluza, mmm
Y en el suspiro decía
"¿Cómo he sido tan ilusa, ah-auh-ay?"
Que me ha arranca'o la momia gitana
Mi corazón nuevecito
Lo que ante' era aceituna
Hoy tan solo e' un huesito

Se ha desenrollado
Se ha desenrollado la momia gitana
Se ha desenrollado la momia
Se ha desenrollado
Se ha desenrollado la momia gitana (¿qué, Martin, qué?)

Ay, vida, vida vivida, vida vivida
Tú me sales con cada cosa
Y me alimentas noche y día, mmm
Por salada más sabrosa

Tu hermana, yo, me la hacía una momia
Pero al quitarle las vendas, ah
Llevaba el fuego en los huesos, oh-oh
Y hoy en día, hoy en día
Que ya no sé por dónde anda, ah
Se me quema el pensamiento
Con los tonitos del alba

Se ha desenrollado la momia
Se ha desenrollado
Se ha desenrollado la momia gitana
Se ha desenrollado la momia
Se ha desenrollado (¡ay!)
Se ha desenrollado la momia gitana, mmm

Ah-ih-ih-ih
Ah-ah, la-la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

El día en que me morí
Fui y pedí que me embalsamen
Para nacer en el tiempo
En el cantar de los juglares

Yo soy la momia gitana
Yo soy la momia
De la que hablaban las arenas candentes
Espero que te hayas tapado los oídos, mi niña (se ha desenrolla'o)

Se ha desenrollado
Se ha desenrollado (ay-ay-ay)
Como un trompito, mmm (ay)
Me he desenrollado

The Gypsy Mummy

Cover your ears, my child (go, Martín!)
That the sands are speaking
And the things they tell
Make the full moon blush

We're going to narrate the adventures
Of the Gypsy Mummy
She has no feet or head
Nobody knows what her name is (kid)

She wanders in the surroundings, ah (austere)
Of the morning wind, mmm
And in the depths of sleep
You see her caravan shine

The mummy has unrolled (fu-fu-fire)
She has unrolled
The Gypsy Mummy has unrolled (ah-ah)
The mummy has unrolled
She has unrolled
The Gypsy Mummy has unrolled

In the middle of the olive trees, ah (Holy God)
An Andalusian woman sighed, mmm
And in her sigh she said
"How could I have been so foolish, ah-auh-ay?"
That the Gypsy Mummy has torn out
My brand-new heart
What was once an olive
Is now just a little bone

She has unrolled
The Gypsy Mummy has unrolled
The mummy has unrolled
She has unrolled
The Gypsy Mummy has unrolled (what, Martin, what?)

Oh, life, life lived, life lived
You come to me with every little thing
And you feed me night and day, mmm
More savory for being salty

Your sister, I, made myself a mummy
But when I took off the bandages, ah
She was burning in her bones, oh-oh
And today, today
That I no longer know where she is, ah
My thoughts burn
With the little tunes of dawn

The mummy has unrolled
She has unrolled
The Gypsy Mummy has unrolled
The mummy has unrolled
She has unrolled (oh!)
The Gypsy Mummy has unrolled, mmm

Ah-ih-ih-ih
Ah-ah, la-la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

The day I died
I went and asked to be embalmed
To be born in time
In the singing of the minstrels

I am the Gypsy Mummy
I am the Mummy
The one of whom the hot sands spoke
I hope you covered your ears, my child (she's unrolled)

She has unrolled
She has unrolled (oh-oh-oh)
Like a little spinning top, mmm (oh)
I have unrolled