Bulerías De La Perla - Camarón De La Isla, Paco de Lucía, Tomatito

Ay…

El cante por bulerias

Como lo decia la Perla

Nadie lo dira en la via

Me tires que me tires

Que me tires a la tarralla

He visto un bicho correr

Un bichito mu feo

Que por la orilla que da la playa

Me voy con mis niños, maita

Quien me quiera llevar

Y ay mujer, ay mujer

Que fuente azul de arte

Como yo le grite al viento

Porque no puede aguantarse

Las penas que lleva dentro

Estoy queriendo una niña

Y no me la da su mare

Amor eterno ma jurao

Aunque le salgan los novios a pares

Asi son las cosas

Que me hacen pensar

Que hay que vivir la via

Y sin descanso amar

Ni el sol que lleva su carrera

Que ni el pontifice romano

Que a mi me quitara

Que yo te quiera

Tu eres negra y cataplausia

Tambien quieres un quitasol

Ay por que dices

Que no venias

Porque no tiene color

Y eres negra y catapacia

Tiemblo de via

Siete porrazos

Que le van a dar

Que una negrita que le decia;

Ay baila mi negra por caria

Machaca macha machaca

Que machaca el mechero

Que tu eres de La Habana

Que yo soy habanero

Oh…

The buleria singing

As Pearl used to say

No one will say it on the road

you throw me you throw me

that you throw me to the tarralla

I have seen a bug run

A very ugly little bug

That along the shore that faces the beach

I'm going with my children, maita

who wants to take me

And oh woman, oh woman

what a blue art font

As I shout to the wind

'Cause you can't hold on

The sorrows that you carry inside

I'm wanting a girl

And she does not give it to me her mother

Eternal love ma jurao

Even if boyfriends come out in pairs

So are the things

that make me think

that you have to live the road

and relentlessly love

Not even the sun that carries his career

That neither the Roman pontiff

that he took away from me

That I love you

You are black and cataplause

You also want a sunshade

Oh why do you say

that you did not come

because it has no color

And you're black and catapacia

shiver of way

seven blows

What are they going to give you?

That a black girl who told him;

Oh my black dances for caria

pound pound pound

that crushes the lighter

That you are from Havana

that I am from Havana