La Lola - Cafe Quijano

Se llama lola y tiene historia

Aunque mas que historia sea un poema

Su vida entera pasó buscando

Noches de gloria como alma en pena

Detras de su manto de fría dama

Tenía escondidas tremendas armas

Para las batallas del cara a cara

Que con ventaja muy bien libraba

Le fue muy mal de mano en mano

De boca en boca, de cama en cama

Como una muñeca que se desgasta

Se queda vieja y la pena arrastra

Coro

Oyeme mi lola, mi tierna lola

Tu triste vida es tu triste historia

Pero que manera de caminar

Mira que soberbia en su mirar

Oyeme mi lola, mi tierna lola

Tu triste vida es tu triste historia

Pero que manera de caminar

Mira que soberbia en su mirar

Oyeme mi lola mi tierna lola

Tu triste vida es tu triste historia

Fue mujer serena hasta en el instante

De entregarse presta a sus amantes

Es tiempo de llanto, es tiempo de duda

De nostalgia y de su locura

Tienes el consuelo de saberte llena

De cariño limpio y amor sincero

Por que nadie supo robar de tus besos

Eso que hoy te sobra y que nadie añora

Oyeme mi lola, mi tierna lola

Tu triste vida es tu triste historia

Pero que manera de caminar

Mira que soberbia en su mirar

Oyeme mi lola mi tierna lola

Tu triste vida es tu triste historia

Pero que manera de caminar

Mira que soberbia en su mirar

Oyeme mi lola, mi tierna lola

Tu triste vida es tu triste historia

Coro

Es el tiempo de la arruga que no perdona

Es el tiempo de la fruta y de la pintura

Her name is lola and she has a story

Although more than history is a poem

His whole life was spent searching

Nights of glory as a soul in pain

Behind her cloak of cold lady

She had hidden tremendous weapons

For head-to-head battles

That with advantage very well he freed

She went very badly from hand to hand

From word of mouth, from bed to bed

Like a doll that wears out

She stays old and the pain drags

Chorus

Hear me my lola, my tender lola

Your sad life is your sad story

But what a way to walk

Look how arrogant in his look

Hear me my lola, my tender lola

Your sad life is your sad story

But what a way to walk

Look how arrogant in his look

Hear me my lola my tender lola

Your sad life is your sad story

She was a serene woman even at the moment

To give herself lend to her lovers

It's time to cry, it's time to doubt

Of nostalgia and its madness

You have the consolation of knowing you are full

Of clean affection and sincere love

Because no one knew how to steal from your kisses

That today you have left over and that nobody longs for

Hear me my lola, my tender lola

Your sad life is your sad story

But what a way to walk

Look how arrogant in his look

Hear me my lola my tender lola

Your sad life is your sad story

But what a way to walk

Look how arrogant in his look

Hear me my lola, my tender lola

Your sad life is your sad story

Chorus

It is the time of the wrinkle that does not forgive

It is the time for fruit and painting