Текст и перевод песни Diana Navarro - La Tarántula (De la Zarzuela "La Tempranica")

La Tarántula (De la Zarzuela "La Tempranica")

La tarántula, un bicho mu' malo
No se mata con piedra ni palo
Que huye y se mete por to' los rincones
Y son mu' malinas sus picazones

Ay madre, no sé qué tengo
Que ayer pasé po' la era
Que el principio ahí, to' entrarme
El mar de la tembla'era

¿Será que a mí me ha pica'o
La tarántula dañina?
Y estoy to'itico enferma'o
Por su sangre tan endina

Te coman los mengues, mardita la araña
Que tie' en la barriga pinta'a una guitarra
Bailando se cura tan jondo dolo'
Ay ay ay, Malhaya la araña que a mí me picó

No le temo a los rayos ni bala
Ni le temo a otra cosa más mala
Que me hizo mi pare más guapo que el Gallo
Pero a ese bichito, le parta un rayo

Ay, madre, yo estoy malita
Me está entrando unos su'ores
Que me han deja'ito seco
Y comi'o de picores

¿Será que a mí me ha pica"o
La tarántula dañina?
Y por eso me he queda'o
Más derga'o que una sardina

Te coman los mengues, mardita la araña
Que tie' en la barriga pinta'a una guitarra
Bailando se cura tan jondo dolo'
Ay ay ay, Malhaya la araña que a mí me picó

The Tarantula (From the Zarzuela "La Tempranica")

The tarantula, a very bad bug
It cannot be killed with stone or stick
It flees and hides in all the corners
And its stings are very evil

Oh mother, I don't know what I have
That yesterday I walked through the threshing floor
That the beginning there, to enter me
The sea of trembling

Could it be that I have been stung
By the harmful tarantula?
And I am all sick
For her blood so venomous

May the devils eat you, cursed spider
That has a guitar painted on its belly
Such deep pain is cured by dancing
Oh oh oh, Cursed be the spider that stung me

I fear neither lightning nor bullets
Nor do I fear anything worse
That my father made me more handsome than the Rooster
But may lightning strike that little bug

Oh, mother, I am unwell
I am getting terrible sweats
That have left me dry
And eaten with itching

Could it be that I have been stung
By the harmful tarantula?
And that is why I have been left
More skinny than a sardine

May the devils eat you, cursed spider
That has a guitar painted on its belly
Such deep pain is cured by dancing
Oh oh oh, Cursed be the spider that stung me