Текст и перевод песни Ricardo Arjona - Señorita

Señorita

Sus pechos como punta de una roca
Se paseaban en el bar sirviendo tragos
Vestida como quien no quiere ropa
Y mas trucos en la piel que cualquier mago.
Tenia varios nombres pa′ olvidarse
Del nombre que le dieron en la casa
Tenia un pasado ideal pa' no acordarse
Y fama de cumplir cuando amenaza.
Los martes se llamaba margarita
Los viernes por las noches ya era Lola
Yo siempre le decía señorita
Usted no tiene porque estar tan sola.
Recuerdo el jueves de aquel primer beso
Su nombre aquella noche era Julieta
Instinto siempre pudo más que seso
Asuntos que no entienden los poetas.
Jamás hubo una cama en nuestra historia,
En baños y despensas trapecistas,
Tatuada está su espalda en mi memoria,
Dos locos en un bar a lo hedonistas.
Los martes se llamaba margarita
Los viernes por las noches ya era Lola
Yo siempre le decía señorita,
Usted no tiene porque estar tan sola.
Un lunes con el nombre de María
Me dijo hasta mañana y no volvió
El bar se llama hoy melancolía.
Y los martes se llamaba margarita
Los viernes por las noches ya era Lola
Yo siempre le decía señorita,
Usted no tiene porque estar tan sola.

Miss

Your breasts like the point of a rock
Strolled around the bar serving drinks
Dressed like someone who didn't want any clothes
And more tricks up your sleeve than any magician.
She had several names to forget
The name they gave you at home
She had an ideal past not to remember
And a reputation for fulfilling when she threatened.
On Tuesdays she called herself Margarita
On Friday nights she was Lola
I always called her Miss
You don't have to be so alone.
I remember the Thursday of that first kiss
Her name that night was Juliet
Instinct always prevailed over sense
Matters that poets do not understand.
There was never a bed in our history,
In bathrooms and pantries we were trapeze artists,
Her back is tattooed in my memory,
Two crazy people in a bar as hedonists.
On Tuesdays she called herself Margarita
On Friday nights she was Lola
I always called her Miss,
You don't have to be so alone.
One Monday with the name of Mary
She told me see you tomorrow and she never came back
The bar is called melancholy today.
On Tuesdays she called herself Margarita
On Friday nights she was Lola
I always called her Miss,
You don't have to be so alone.