Текст и перевод песни Nat King Cole - Guadalajara
Guadalajara,
Guadalajara,
Guadalajara,
Guadalajara,
Guadalajara,
Guadalajara...
Guadalajara,
Guadalajara...
Tienes
el
alma
de
provinciana
You
have
the
soul
of
a
provincial
girl
Hueles
a
limpia
rosa
temprana,
You
smell
like
a
fresh,
early
rose,
A
verde
jara
fresca
del
rio,
Like
the
green,
fresh
grass
of
the
river,
Son
mil
palomas
tu
caserio,
Your
village
is
a
thousand
doves,
Guadalajara,
Guadalajara
Guadalajara,
Guadalajara
Hueles
a
pura
tierra
mojada.
You
smell
of
pure,
wet
earth.
CORO
CHORUS
Ay
ay
ay
ay!
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh!
Ay
ay
ay
ay!
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh!
Ay
ay
ay
ay!
Colomito
Lejano...
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh!
Distant
little
dove...
Ay!
Ojitos
de
agua
hermanos,
Oh!
Little
water
holes,
my
brothers,
Ay!
Colomitos
inolvidables,
Oh!
Unforgettable
little
doves,
Inolvidables
como
las
tardes
Unforgettable
as
the
afternoons
En
que
la
lluvia
desde
la
loma
When
the
rain
from
the
hill
No
nos
dejaba
ir
a
Zapopan.
Wouldn't
let
us
go
to
Zapopan.
CORO
CHORUS
Ay
ay
ay
ay!
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh!
Ay
ay
ay
ay!
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh!
Ay
ay
ay
ay!
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh!
Ay
ay
ay
ay!
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh!
Guadalajara,
Guadalajara...
Guadalajara,
Guadalajara...
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