Sometimes I'm just in a mood. I want to hear something bold and nervy. So today I bring you Se dice de mí.
Music: Francisco Canaro - Lyric: Ivo Pelay; Sung by Tita Merello.
Lyrics:
Se dice de mí, se dice de mí.
Se dice que soy fiera,
que camino a lo malevo,
que soy chueca y que me muevocon un aire compadrón,
que parezco
Leguisamo,
mi nariz es puntiaguda,
la figura no me ayuday mi boca es un buzón.
Si chlarlo con Luis, con Pedro o con Juan,
hablando de mí os hombres están.
Critican si ya,
la linea perdí,
se fijan si voy,
si vengo o si fi.
Se dicen muchas cosas,
mas si el bulto no interesa,
porque pierden la cabezaocupándose de mí.
Yo se que muchos me desprecian compañíay suspiran y se mueren cuando piensan en mi amor.
Y más de uno se derrite si suspiroy se quedan si los miro resoplando como un Ford.
Si fea soy, pongámosle,
que de eso aun no me entere, en el amor,
yo solo se, que a mas de un gil,
deje de a pie.
Podrá decir, podrán hablar, y murmurar, y rebuznar,
mas la fealdad que dios me dio,
mucha mujer me la envidióy no diran que me engrupíporque modesta siempre fui.
Yo soy así Y ocultan de mí, ocultan que yo tengo,
unos ojos soñadores, ademas otros primoresque producen sensación.
Si soy fiera se que, en cambio,
tengo un cutis de muñeca,
los que dicen que soy chueca,
no me han visto en camisón.
Los hombres de mí critican la voz,
el modo de andar, la pinta, la tos.
Critican si ya la linea perdí,
se fijan si voy, si vengo, o si fui.
Se dicen muchas cosas,
mas si el bulto no interesa,
porque pierden la cabezaocupandose de mí.
Yo se que hay muchos me desprecian compañía,
y suspiran y se mueren cuando piensan en mi amor.
Y más de uno se derrite si suspiroy se quedan si los miro resoplando como un ford.
Si fea soy, pongamosle,
que de eso aun no me enteréen el amor,
yo sólo se, que a más de un gil, deje de a pie.
Podrán decir, podrán hablar, y murmurar, y rebuznar,
mas la fealdad que dios me dio, mucha mujer me la envidió.
Y no dirán que me engrupíporque modesta siempre fui.
Yo soy así.
Translation (by Alberto Paz)
It's said about me
It's said about me,
Its' said that I'm ugly,
that I walk like a quarrelsome person,
that I'm bowlegged and that I move
with a conceited attitude,
that I look like (jockey Ireneo)
Leguisamo,my nose is pointy,
the silhouette doesn't help
and my mouth is like a mail box.
If I chat with Luis, with Pedro or with Juan,
the men are talking about me.
They criticize if I already my waistline is gone,
they check if I go, if I come or if I left.
Many things are saidbut the shape doesn't matter,
because they lose their head
concerning themselves about me.
I know that many snub with lies
and sigh for me and die when they think of my love.
And more than one melts if I sigh
and if I look at them, they're puffing like a Ford.
If I'm ugly,
let's say it's so,
though I'm not aware of that,
when it comes to love, all I know,
that I left stranded more than one fool.
They might say, they might talk,
and gossip and bray,
but the ugliness that God gave me
many women envied it
and they won't say that I deceived myself
because I always was modest.
I am this way.
And they hush about me,
they hide that I have,
some dreamy eyes
besides other charms
that produce sensation.
If I'm ugly, I know that instead,
I have the skin of a doll,
those who say I'm bowlegged,
have not seen me in a nightgown.
The men criticize my voice,
the way I move, the appearance, ahem, the cough.
They criticize if already my waistline is gone,
they check if I go, if I come or if I left.
Many things are said
but the shape doesn't matter,
because they lose their head
concerning themselves about me.
I know that many snub the company I keep
and sigh for me and die when they think of my love.
And more than one melts if I sigh
and if I look at them, they gasp like they score a goal .
If I'm ugly,
let's say it's so,
though I'm not aware of that,
when it comes to love, all I know,
that I left stranded more than one fool.
They might say, they might talk,
and gossip and bray,
but the ugliness that God gave me
many women envied it
and they won't say that I deceived myself
because I always was modest.
I am this way.
Music: Francisco Canaro - Lyric: Ivo Pelay; Sung by Tita Merello.
Lyrics:
Se dice de mí, se dice de mí.
Se dice que soy fiera,
que camino a lo malevo,
que soy chueca y que me muevocon un aire compadrón,
que parezco
Leguisamo,
mi nariz es puntiaguda,
la figura no me ayuday mi boca es un buzón.
Si chlarlo con Luis, con Pedro o con Juan,
hablando de mí os hombres están.
Critican si ya,
la linea perdí,
se fijan si voy,
si vengo o si fi.
Se dicen muchas cosas,
mas si el bulto no interesa,
porque pierden la cabezaocupándose de mí.
Yo se que muchos me desprecian compañíay suspiran y se mueren cuando piensan en mi amor.
Y más de uno se derrite si suspiroy se quedan si los miro resoplando como un Ford.
Si fea soy, pongámosle,
que de eso aun no me entere, en el amor,
yo solo se, que a mas de un gil,
deje de a pie.
Podrá decir, podrán hablar, y murmurar, y rebuznar,
mas la fealdad que dios me dio,
mucha mujer me la envidióy no diran que me engrupíporque modesta siempre fui.
Yo soy así Y ocultan de mí, ocultan que yo tengo,
unos ojos soñadores, ademas otros primoresque producen sensación.
Si soy fiera se que, en cambio,
tengo un cutis de muñeca,
los que dicen que soy chueca,
no me han visto en camisón.
Los hombres de mí critican la voz,
el modo de andar, la pinta, la tos.
Critican si ya la linea perdí,
se fijan si voy, si vengo, o si fui.
Se dicen muchas cosas,
mas si el bulto no interesa,
porque pierden la cabezaocupandose de mí.
Yo se que hay muchos me desprecian compañía,
y suspiran y se mueren cuando piensan en mi amor.
Y más de uno se derrite si suspiroy se quedan si los miro resoplando como un ford.
Si fea soy, pongamosle,
que de eso aun no me enteréen el amor,
yo sólo se, que a más de un gil, deje de a pie.
Podrán decir, podrán hablar, y murmurar, y rebuznar,
mas la fealdad que dios me dio, mucha mujer me la envidió.
Y no dirán que me engrupíporque modesta siempre fui.
Yo soy así.
Translation (by Alberto Paz)
It's said about me
It's said about me,
Its' said that I'm ugly,
that I walk like a quarrelsome person,
that I'm bowlegged and that I move
with a conceited attitude,
that I look like (jockey Ireneo)
Leguisamo,my nose is pointy,
the silhouette doesn't help
and my mouth is like a mail box.
If I chat with Luis, with Pedro or with Juan,
the men are talking about me.
They criticize if I already my waistline is gone,
they check if I go, if I come or if I left.
Many things are saidbut the shape doesn't matter,
because they lose their head
concerning themselves about me.
I know that many snub with lies
and sigh for me and die when they think of my love.
And more than one melts if I sigh
and if I look at them, they're puffing like a Ford.
If I'm ugly,
let's say it's so,
though I'm not aware of that,
when it comes to love, all I know,
that I left stranded more than one fool.
They might say, they might talk,
and gossip and bray,
but the ugliness that God gave me
many women envied it
and they won't say that I deceived myself
because I always was modest.
I am this way.
And they hush about me,
they hide that I have,
some dreamy eyes
besides other charms
that produce sensation.
If I'm ugly, I know that instead,
I have the skin of a doll,
those who say I'm bowlegged,
have not seen me in a nightgown.
The men criticize my voice,
the way I move, the appearance, ahem, the cough.
They criticize if already my waistline is gone,
they check if I go, if I come or if I left.
Many things are said
but the shape doesn't matter,
because they lose their head
concerning themselves about me.
I know that many snub the company I keep
and sigh for me and die when they think of my love.
And more than one melts if I sigh
and if I look at them, they gasp like they score a goal .
If I'm ugly,
let's say it's so,
though I'm not aware of that,
when it comes to love, all I know,
that I left stranded more than one fool.
They might say, they might talk,
and gossip and bray,
but the ugliness that God gave me
many women envied it
and they won't say that I deceived myself
because I always was modest.
I am this way.
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