Текст и перевод песни Luis Mariano - Bulerías de Fígaro

Bulerías de Fígaro

Ay, barbero, barbero, barbero
Fígaro me puso un "monsieur" no sé qué
Y al nacer un primero de enero
Mi padrino quiso ponerme Manuel
Sevillano, cantor y soltero
Díganme, señores, que más puedo ser

Todos vienen a mi barbería
Los unos se quieren pelar
Los otros se quieren sangrar
Y yo pelo y hago una sangría
Mientras una barba pongo a remojar
Lo mismo arranco una muela
Que peino y rizo un tupé
Y aplico una sanguijuela
A un viejo con bisoñé
Tengo aquí la mejor clientela
Yo he nacido de pie
Ya lo ven

Ay, barbero, barbero, barbero
Fígaro me puso un "monsieur" no sé qué
Y al nacer un primero de enero
Mi padrino quiso ponerme Manuel
Sevillano, cantor y soltero
Díganme, señores, que más puedo ser

Todo el mundo me pide consejo
"Fígaro, te tengo que hablar"
"Fígaro, me vas a salvar"
Y con brocha, navaja y espejo
De todos los chismes me llego a enterar
En busca de mis ungüentos
Vienen las damas aquí
Y yo estoy en mi elemento
Porque me buscan a mí
No me dejan parar un momento
La fortuna será para mí

Ay, barbero, barbero, barbero
Fígaro me puso un "monsieur" no sé qué
Y al nacer un primero de enero
Mi padrino quiso ponerme Manuel
Sevillano, cantor y soltero
Díganme, señores, que más
Que más puedo ser
Diganme

Figaro's Bulerías

Oh! Barber, barber, barber
Figaro gave me a monsieur, I don't know what,
And when I was born on the first of January
My father didn't want to name me Manuel.
A Sevillian, a singer, and a bachelor,
Tell me, ladies, what more could I be?

Everyone comes to my barbershop,
Some want to get a haircut,
Others want to get bled,
And I cut hair and do bloodletting
While I put a beard to soak.
I can just as easily pull a tooth
As comb and curl a toupee,
And I can apply a leech
To an old man with sideburns.
I have the best clientele here,
I was born on my feet,
As you can see.

Oh! Barber, barber, barber
Figaro gave me a monsieur, I don't know what,
And when I was born on the first of January
My father didn't want to name me Manuel.
A Sevillian, a singer, and a bachelor,
Tell me, ladies, what more could I be?

Everyone asks me for advice:
Figaro, I have to talk to you,
Figaro, you're going to save me,
And with a brush, razor, and mirror
I get to hear all the gossip.
The ladies come here
In search of my ointments,
And I'm in my element
Because they're looking for me.
They don't let me stop for a moment,
Fortune will be mine.

Oh! Barber, barber, barber
Figaro gave me a monsieur, I don't know what,
And when I was born on the first of January
My father didn't want to name me Manuel.
A Sevillian, a singer, and a bachelor,
Tell me, ladies, what more
What more could I be
Tell me!