Ladrillo - Carlos Gardel, Tommy
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Lyrics " Ladrillo "
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Ladrillo
Carlos Gardel, Tommy
Оригинальный текст
En la penitenciaria
Ladrillo llora sus penas
Cumpliendo injusta condena
Aunque mato en buena ley
Los jueces lo condenaron
Sin comprender que Ladrillo
Fue siempre bueno sencillo
Trabjador como un buey
Ladrillo esta en la carcel el barrio lo estraña
Sus dulces seratas ya no se oyen mas
Los chicos ya no tiene su amigo querido
Que siempre moneditas les dab al pasar
Los Jueves y Domingo se ve una viejita
Llevar un paquetito al que preso esta
De vuelta la viejita los niños preguntan
Ladrillo cuando sale, solo dios sabra
El dia que con un baile su compromiso cellaba
Un compadron molestba a la que era su amor
Jugando entonces su vida, enduelo criollo Ladrillo
Le sepulto su cuchillo, partiendole el corazon
Ladrillo esta en la carcel el barrio lo estraña
Sus dulces seratas ya no se oyen mas
Los chicos ya no tiene su amigo querido
Que siempre moneditas les dab al pasar
Los Jueves y Domingo se ve una viejita
Llevar un paquetito al que preso esta
De vuelta la viejita los niños preguntan
Ladrillo cuando sale, solo dios sabra
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in the penitentiary
Brick cries his sorrows
Serving an unjust sentence
Although I kill in good law
The judges sentenced him
Without understanding that Brick
He was always good simple
worker like an ox
Brick is in jail, the neighborhood misses him
His sweet seratas are no longer heard
The boys no longer have their dear friend
That always little coins dab them when passing
On Thursdays and Sundays you see an old lady
Take a small package to the prisoner
The old lady is back, the children ask
Brick when he comes out, God only knows
The day that with a dance his commitment to him cellaba
A compadron bothered the one who was his love
Playing then his life from him, brick creole duel
I buried his knife from him, breaking his heart
Brick is in jail, the neighborhood misses him
His sweet seratas are no longer heard
The boys no longer have their dear friend
That always little coins dab them when passing
On Thursdays and Sundays you see an old lady
Take a small package to the prisoner
The old lady is back, the children ask
Brick when he comes out, God only knows
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