Arbolé, Arbolé - Marta Gomez
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Lyrics " Arbolé, Arbolé "
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Arbolé, Arbolé
Marta Gomez
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Arbolé arbolé
Seco y verdé.
La niña del bello rostro
Está cogiendo aceituna.
El viento, galán de torres,
La prende por la cintura.
Pasaron cuatro jinetes,
Sobre jacas andaluzas
Con trajes de azul y verde,
Con largas capas oscuras.
«Vente a Córdoba, muchacha.»
La niña no los escucha.
Pasaron tres torerillos
Delgaditos de cintura,
Con trajes color naranja
Y espadas de plata antigua.
«Vente a Sevilla, muchacha.»
La niña no los escucha.
Cuando la tarde se puso
Morada, con luz difusa,
Pasó un joven que llevaba
Rosas y mirtos de luna.
«Vente a Granada, muchacha.»
Y la niña no lo escucha.
La niña del bello rostro
Sigue cogiendo aceituna,
Con el brazo gris del viento
Ceñido por la cintura.
Перевод песни
tree tree
Dry and green.
The girl with the beautiful face
She is picking olives.
The wind, gallant of towers,
He grabs her by the waist.
Four horsemen passed by,
About Andalusian jackfruit
With suits of blue and green,
With long dark coats.
"Come to Cordoba, girl."
The little girl does not listen to them.
Three bullfighters passed
skinny waist,
With orange suits
And ancient silver swords.
"Come to Seville, girl."
The little girl does not listen to them.
When the evening set
Purple, with diffused light,
A young man passed by carrying
Roses and moon myrtles.
"Come to Granada, girl."
And the girl doesn't listen to him.
The girl with the beautiful face
She keeps picking olives,
With the gray arm of the wind
Belted at the waist.
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