Текст и перевод песни Pedro Infante - Las Tres Hermanas

Las Tres Hermanas

A bailar todo el mundo
Arrejúntate preciosa
Mira yo soy soltero
La casada, es mi mujer
A todos canto estas coplas
Que les quiero platicar
Que aunque yo siga con otra
Pronto, me voy a casar
Pero como dijo el indio
No me lo van a creer
Yo sigo siendo soltero
La casada es mi mujer
Voy a volver a cantar
A Toña, Rosa y Lupe Aguilar
Aunque las tres son hermanas
Todas me quieren igual
Eso, eso pues
En el cachetito, ándele
Esta no es mi despedida
De soltero por ahora
Porque nunca a un norteño
Se le quita lo malora
Lo que les cuento enseguida
Me pasó anoche con Bertha
Como me voy a casar
Ahora, me cierran la puerta
Voy a volver a cantar
A Toña, Rosa y Lupe Aguilar
Y aunque las tres son hermanas
Todas me quieren igual
No se ponga triste
No se agüiten
No estén tristes mis amigos
No me voy a despedir
Que aunque me echen lazo al cuello
No me les voy a morir
Esto no lo dijo el indio
Yo lo acabo de pensar
Lo difícil no es casarse
Sino el poderse aguantar
Voy a volver a cantar
A Toña, Rosa y Lupe Aguilar
Que aunque las tres son hermanas
Todas me quieren igual

The Three Sisters

Everybody, let's dance
Scooch over, beautiful
Look, I'm a bachelor
The married one is my wife
I sing these verses to you all
That I want to share with you
Even though I'm with somebody else
Soon, I'm going to get married
But like the Indian said
You won't believe me
I'm still a bachelor
The married one is my wife
I'm going to sing again
To Toña, Rosa, and Lupe Aguilar
Although the three are sisters
They all love me the same
That, that pues
On the cheek, go on
This is not my farewell
As a bachelor, for now
Because a northern man never
Loses his mischief
What I'm going to tell you next
Happened to me last night with Bertha
Since I'm going to get married
Now, they're closing the door on me
I'm going to sing again
To Toña, Rosa, and Lupe Aguilar
And although the three are sisters
They all love me the same
Don't be sad
Don't get discouraged
Don't be sad, my friends
I'm not going to say goodbye
Even though they throw a lasso around my neck
I'm not going to die on you
The Indian didn't say this
I just thought of it
The hard part is not getting married
But being able to endure it
I'm going to sing again
To Toña, Rosa, and Lupe Aguilar
Even though the three are sisters
They all love me the same