El Venadito - Lila Downs

Soy un pobre venadito que habito en la serranía

Soy un pobre venadito que habito en la serranía

Como no soy tan mansito, no bajo al agua de día

De noche poco a poquito y a tus brazos, vida mía

Ya tengo listo el nopal donde he de cortar la tuna

Ya tengo listo el nopal donde he de cortar la tuna

Como soy hombre formal, no me gusta tener una

Me gusta tener de a dos, por si se me enoja alguna

(Ay, vaya filosofía, mira)

Quisiera ser perla fina de tus lúcidos aretes

Quisiera ser perla fina de tus lúcidos aretes

Pa' besarte la orejita y morderte los cachetes

Quién te manda ser bonita

Si hasta a mí me comprometes

Quisiera ser perla fina de tus lúcidos aretes

Quisiera ser perla fina de tus lúcidos aretes

Pa' besarte la orejita y morderte los cachetes

Quién te manda ser bonita

Si hasta a mí me comprometes

Ya con ésta me despido, pero pronto doy la vuelta

Ya con ésta me despido, pero pronto doy la vuelta

No más que me libre Dios de una niña mosca muerta

De esas que ¡ay mamá, por Dios!, pero salen a la puerta

I am a poor little deer that lives in the mountains

I am a poor little deer that lives in the mountains

Since I'm not that tame, I don't go under the water during the day

At night little by little and in your arms, my life

I already have the nopal ready where I have to cut the prickly pear

I already have the nopal ready where I have to cut the prickly pear

As I am a formal man, I do not like to have a

I like to have two, in case someone gets mad at me

(Oh, go philosophy, look)

I would like to be the fine pearl of your lucid earrings

I would like to be the fine pearl of your lucid earrings

To kiss your little ear and bite your cheeks

who tells you to be pretty

If you even compromise me

I would like to be the fine pearl of your lucid earrings

I would like to be the fine pearl of your lucid earrings

To kiss your little ear and bite your cheeks

who tells you to be pretty

If you even compromise me

With this I say goodbye, but soon I'll turn around

With this I say goodbye, but soon I'll turn around

No more God save me from a dead fly girl

One of those that, oh mom, for God's sake!, but they come to the door