De Camino a la Vereda - Ibrahim Ferrer

Usted por enamorado

Tan viejo why con poco brillo

Usted por enamorado

Tan viejo why con poco brillo

El pollo que tiene al lado

Le ha hecho perder el trillo

!Óigame compay!

No deje camino por coger la vereda

Ay, pero yo como soy tan sencillo

Pongo en claro esta trovada

Yo como soy tan sencillo

Pongo en claro esta trovada

Compay, yo no dejo el trillo

Para meterme en canada

!Óigame compay!

No deje camino por coger la vereda

Ay, pero estabamo' comentando

Por que ha abandonado a Andrea

Estabamo' comentando

Por que ha abandonado a Andrea

Compadre uste' 'ta cambiando

De camino por vereda

!Óigame compay!

No deje camino por coger la vereda

Pero mire compadrito, uste' ha 'dejao' a la

Pobre Geraldina para meterse Dorotea

No hables de tu marido mujer

Mujer de malos sentimientos

Todo se te ha vuelto un cuento

Porque no ha llegado la hora fatal

!Óigame compay!

No deje camino por coger la vereda

Ay ay ay ay, canta why no llore' Eliade'

Porque cantando se alegran, cielito mio

Los corazones

No hables de tu marido mujer

Mujer de malos sentimientos

Todo se te ha vuelto un cuento

Porque no ha llegado la hora fatal

Ay, hoyanle, hoyanle, hoyanle al mayoral

Pero ese senor esta en el paso

Why no me deja pasar

A la man… a la man… a la mancunchevere

Camina como chevere ha matao su

Madre, mama

you for in love

So old and dull

you for in love

So old and dull

The chicken next to you

It has made him lose his threshing

Hear me mate!

Do not leave the path to take the path

Oh, but since I'm so simple

I make this trovada clear

I am so simple

I make this trovada clear

Compay, I don't leave the trail

to get into canada

Hear me mate!

Do not leave the path to take the path

Oh, but we were commenting

Because she has abandoned Andrea

We were commenting

Why has he abandoned Andrea?

Compadre you' 'ta changing

On the way down the sidewalk

Hear me mate!

Do not leave the path to take the path

But look compadrito, you've 'left' the

Poor Geraldina to mess with Dorotea

Do not talk about your husband woman

Woman of bad feelings

Everything has become a story

Because the fatal hour has not come

Hear me mate!

Do not leave the path to take the path

Oh oh oh oh, sing why don't cry 'Eliade'

Because singing makes them happy, my darling

The hearts

Do not talk about your husband woman

Woman of bad feelings

Everything has become a story

Because the fatal hour has not come

Ay, Hoyanle, Hoyanle, Hoyanle the Mayoral

But that man is in the step

Why don't you let me pass

To the man… to the man… to the mancunchevere

He walks like chevere has killed his

mother, mom