Текст и перевод песни Rocío Dúrcal - Tu Carita (Remastered)

Tu Carita (Remastered)

Mi papá me pidió que saliera con gran precaución,
Que no fuera vulgar ni llamara la atención,
Y yo le dije: papaíto no ves lo poquito que soy,
Yo con esta carita dime tu, dime tu donde voy.

Y al escucharme mi papá sonrió y me dijo así,
Con tu carita angelical, ya verás tu serás feliz,
Hay que carita, que carita que tiene mi niña,
Por esa carita se desmayan por las calles de Madrid.

Hay que cari, cari, carita que tiene mi niña,
Me suelen decir por tu carita linda, linda, linda,
Guapa, guapa, guapa, ayyy chica, chica, chica,
Yo sería un esclavo para ti.

Un señor me rogó que mi cara le diera a besar,
Pero yo respondí que le hablara a mi papá,
Y le advertí a papaíto que avergonzadita que estoy,
Yo con esta carita dime tu, dime tu donde voy.

Y al encontrarme aquel señor suspiró,
Y le dio un temblor, yo con dulzura sonreí,
Saludé y después me fui.

Hay que carita, que carita que tiene mi niña,
Por esa carita se desmayan por las calles de Madrid.

Hay que cari, cari, carita que tiene mi niña
Me suelen decir por tu carita linda, linda, linda,
Guapa, guapa, guapa, ayyy chica, chica, chica,
Yo sería un esclavo para ti.

Hay que carita, que carita que tiene mi niña,
Por esa carita se desmayan por las calles de Madrid.

Hay que cari, cari, carita que tiene mi niña,
Me suelen decir por tu carita linda, linda, linda,
Guapa, guapa, guapa, ayyy chica, chica, chica,
Yo sería un esclavo para ti.

Solo para ti, solo parati,
Solo para ti, solo para ti.

Your Pretty Face (Remastered)

My father asked me to go out with great caution,
Not to be vulgar or attract attention,
And I said to him: Daddy, don't you see how little I am,
With this little face of mine, tell me, tell me where I'll go.

And when he heard me, my father smiled and said to me,
With your angelic face, you'll see, you'll be happy,
Oh, what a face, what a face my little girl has,
For that face, they faint in the streets of Madrid.

Oh, what a pretty, pretty face my little girl has,
They often tell me, your pretty face, pretty, pretty,
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, oh, girl, girl, girl,
I would be a slave for you.

A gentleman begged me to let him kiss my face,
But I replied that he should speak to my father,
And I warned my daddy that I'm so ashamed,
With this little face of mine, tell me, tell me where I'll go.

And when he found me, that gentleman sighed,
And he trembled, and I smiled sweetly,
I greeted him and then I left.

Oh, what a face, what a face my little girl has,
For that face, they faint in the streets of Madrid.

Oh, what a pretty, pretty face my little girl has
They often tell me, your pretty face, pretty, pretty,
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, oh, girl, girl, girl,
I would be a slave for you.

Oh, what a face, what a face my little girl has,
For that face, they faint in the streets of Madrid.

Oh, what a pretty, pretty face my little girl has,
They often tell me, your pretty face, pretty, pretty,
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, oh, girl, girl, girl,
I would be a slave for you.

Only for you, only for you,
Only for you, only for you.