Текст и перевод песни Agustin Bedoya - El Fosforito

El Fosforito

Hombre que hago yo con este fosforito
Que cuando lo rastrillo no me quiere dar candela
Pues ayer fui yo a encenderle a Teresa
Y se lo rastrillaba y se le caia la cabeza
Pues tambien me dio mucha pena con Raquel
Que me pidio fosforito pa prender su cigarrito
Y le dije yo como no miamor
Espere un momentico pa que vea se lo rastrillo
Yo se lo rastrillaba y no prendia
Tu fosforo no sirve decia la negra mia
Yo se lo rastrillaba y nada y nada
Y mi fosforito con la cabeza agachada
Yo se lo rastrillaba y no prendia
Tu fosforo no sirve decia la negra mia
Yo se lo rastrillaba y nada y nada
Y mi fosforito con la cabeza agachada
Hombe debe de estar mojado el rastrilladero
Le dije yo a Raquel valla traigame una piedra
Ay pero eso si una piedra bien buena
Pa rastrillar mi fosforo y poderle dar candela
Hombe ella me dijo camine pal solar
Que alla sobran las piedras pa que su fosforo prenda
Y al solar fui yo mi fosforo prendio
Y ella quedo contenta porque le sobro candela
Yo se lo rastrillaba y no prendia
Tu fosforo no sirve decia la negra mia
Yo se lo rastrillaba y nada y nada
Y mi fosforito con la cabeza agachada
Yo se lo rastrillaba y no prendia
Tu fosforo no sirve decia la negra mia
Yo se lo rastrillaba y nada y nada
Y mi fosforito con la cabeza agachada
Yo se lo rastrillaba y prendia
Tu fosforo no sirve decia la negra mia
Yo se lo rastrillaba y nada y nada
Y mi fosforito con la cabeza agachada
Yo se lo rastrillaba y no prendia
Tu fosforo no sirve decia la negra mia
Yo se lo rastrillaba y nada y nada
Y mi ffosforito con la cabeza agachada.

The Little Match

My dear, what am I to do with this little match
When I strike it, it won't give me a light
Yesterday I went to light Teresa's fire
And I struck it and struck it, and the head fell off
And I was very much embarrassed with Raquel
For she asked me for a match to light her cigarette
And I said to her, "Of course, my dear"
Wait a moment and you shall see me strike it
I struck it and struck it, and it wouldn't light
Your match is useless, said my black darling
I struck it and struck it, and nothing at all
And my match with its head hanging down
I struck it and struck it, and it wouldn't light
Your match is useless, said my black darling.
I struck it and struck it, and nothing at all
And my match with its head hanging down
Man, the striker must be damp
I said to Raquel, "Go and get me a stone"
But mind you, a really good stone
So that I can strike my match and get a light
Man, she said to me, "Walk to the yard"
For there are plenty of stones there for your match to light
And to the yard I went, and my match lit
And she was pleased because she had some light to spare
I struck it and struck it, and it wouldn't light
Your match is useless, said my black darling
I struck it and struck it, and nothing at all
And my match with its head hanging down
I struck it and struck it, and it wouldn't light
Your match is useless, said my black darling.
I struck it and struck it, and nothing at all
And my match with its head hanging down
I struck it and struck it, and it lit
Your match is useless, said my black darling
I struck it and struck it, and nothing at all
And my match with its head hanging down
I struck it and struck it, and it wouldn't light
Your match is useless, said my black darling
I struck it and struck it, and nothing at all
And my match with its head hanging down.