Текст и перевод песни Pedro Infante - Ahí lo Trais

Ahí lo Trais

Ahí lo traes condenada
Lo que no quieres es darlo
El día de San Camilito
Para aumentar mi tortura
Te compraron un moñito
Para adornar tu figura
Lo luces en la cintura
Con cadencia de palmar
Y con graciosa soltura
Lo mueves al caminar
Loco me trae tu moñito
No me canso de decirlo
Ahí lo trais, corazoncito
Lo que no quieres es darlo
¿Cómo que no lo vas a dar?
Échelo pa′cá, condenada
Mira, mira, mira, échele pues, échelo
Mi corazón se consume
Como las flores de otoño
Al respirar el perfume
De la seda de tu moño
Qué misterioso secreto
Se fue en tu moño a prender
Que más de cuatro se han muerto
Sin podértelo quitar
Loco, me trae tu moñito
No me canso de decirlo
Ahí lo trais corazoncito
Lo que no quieres es darlo
Éntrele al baile, mira nomás
Cómo se le mueve el moñito
Échelo pa'cá, condenada
Por el sufre y pena mi alma
Como aletear de palomas
Y siento perder la calma
Cuando al bailar, me lo arrimas
Si me niegas tu lacito
Si no me lo quieres dar
No quedará otro remedio
Me lo tengo que robar

Ahí lo Trais

Oh, there it is, you little minx
What you don't want is to give it to me
On the day of San Camilito
To increase my torment
They bought you a little bow
To adorn your figure
You wear it around your waist
With the grace of a palm tree
And with graceful ease
You move it as you walk
Your little bow drives me crazy
I can't stop talking about it
Oh, there it is, my little heart
What you don't want is to give it to me
What do you mean you're not going to give it to me?
Throw it over here, you little minx
Look, look, look, throw it over here, throw it
My heart is consumed
Like autumn flowers
As it breathes in the perfume
Of the silk of your bow
What mysterious secret
Did your bow go to capture?
That more than four have died
Without being able to take it from you
Crazy, your little bow drives me crazy
I can't stop talking about it
Oh, there it is, my little heart
What you don't want is to give it to me
Come on, dance, just look
How your little bow moves
Throw it over here, you little minx
My soul suffers and grieves for it
Like the fluttering of doves
And I feel myself losing my cool
When you dance, you bring it close to me
If you deny me your little ribbon
If you don't want to give it to me
There will be no other remedy
I'll have to steal it