Текст и перевод песни Walter Silva - Devolvedora

Devolvedora

Si no quiere repetirme el mismo disco
Le compro la grabadora, esa canción me recuerda
El amor de una mayora,
Si no quiere repetirme el mismo disco
Vendame esa grabadora, esa canción me recuerda
El amor de una mayora.
Ella una mujer bonita, altiva y conquistadora,
La conocí en un parrando ya con la luz de la aurora,
Mire en ella los detalles que a uno el hombre lo enamora,
Desde ese mismo momento primo, no veia la hora,
De abrazarla y consentirla y convertirla en mi señora,
Pero la mujer familia, me salio devolvedora.

Vivió conmigo en mi fundo,
Todas las tarde de mi trabajo llegaba,
Me acurrucaba en su canto con cariño me espulgaba,
Contaba las garrapatas,
Que a mis espaldas de la sabana llegaban,
Por cada una era un besito que en mi boca lo estampaba,
Pero un dia no amaneció, se fue sin decirme nada,
Me salio devolvedora la mujer que yo adoraba,
Que mi mundo no es su mundo por hay oia que gritaba,
Mi mundo es el llano mio yo no lo cambio por nada,
Las mujeres son hermosas pero a veces mal nos pagan,
Unas se van y otras llegan
Pero el llano no se acaba...

Devolvedora

If you don't want to play the same record for me
I'll buy you the record player, that song reminds me
Of the love of a woman from the plains,
If you don't want to play the same record for me
Sell me that record player, that song reminds me
Of the love of a woman from the plains.
She was a beautiful, proud, and conquering woman,
I met her at a party in the twilight of dawn,
I admired in her the qualities that make a man fall in love,
From that very moment, man, I couldn't wait
To hold her, to pamper her, and to make her my queen,
But the woman from my family, she turned out to be a woman who returns.

She lived with me on my ranch,
Every afternoon I would come back from work,
She would cuddle up to me and lovingly comb my hair,
She would count the ticks,
That would come on my back from the scrubland,
For each one she would give me a kiss, pressing it on my mouth,
But one day she didn't show up, she left without saying goodbye,
The woman I adored was a woman who returns,
She kept shouting that my world wasn't her world.
My world is my home on the plains, I wouldn't trade it for anything,
Women are beautiful but sometimes they treat us badly,
Some leave and some come
But the plains never end...