Текст и перевод песни Mariachi Vargas De Tecalitlan - Que Chasco Me Lleve

Que Chasco Me Lleve

Es duro darse cuenta de las cosas
La rosa más bonita tiene espinas
Es cierto que la' rosas son hermosas
Si no es de tu jardín, son más bonitas

Me pasa una escuincla que me gusta
Y me dije quien quite y me quiera
Que chasco me llevé, era casada
Fue más triste que me haya dado cuenta

Le anduve dando vueltas muchos días
Y ella solamente me miraba
Con ojos que a cualquiera me decía
Y yo como los indios me agachaba

Pero es duro darse cuenta de las cosas
Y hoy solo me conformo con mirarla
Sus miradas se me clavan como espinas
Porque ella es una flor, es una rosa

Me pasa una escuincla que me gusta
Y me dije quien quite y me quiera
Que chasco me llevé, era casada
Fue más triste que me haya dado cuenta

Le anduve dando vueltas muchos días
Y ella solamente me miraba
Con ojos que a cualquiera me decía
Y yo como los indios me agachaba

Pero es duro darse cuenta de las cosas
Y hoy solo me conformo con mirarla
Sus miradas se me clavan como espinas
Porque ella es una flor, es una rosa

I Had A Hunch

It's hard to be aware of things
The prettiest rose has thorns
It's true that roses are beautiful
If they're not in your garden, they're prettier

I stumbled on a girl I like
And I thought to myself, who knows, she might like me
I was disappointed, she's married
It was sadder that I had to find out

I went round and round in circles for days
And she just looked at me
With eyes that told me everything I needed to know
And I would hang my head like an Indian

But it's hard to be aware of things
And now I only content myself with looking at her
Her gaze sticks into me like thorns
Because she's a flower, she's a rose

I stumbled on a girl I like
And I thought to myself, who knows, she might like me
I was disappointed, she's married
It was sadder that I had to find out

I went round and round in circles for days
And she just looked at me
With eyes that told me everything I needed to know
And I would hang my head like an Indian

But it's hard to be aware of things
And now I only content myself with looking at her
Her gaze sticks into me like thorns
Because she's a flower, she's a rose