Ahí lo trais - Pedro Infante

El día de San Camilito

Para aumentar mi tortura

Te compraron un moñito

Para adornar tu figura

Lo luces en la cintura

Con cadencia de palmar

Y con graciosa soltura

Lo mueves al caminar

Loco me trae tu moñito

No me canso de decirlo

Ahí lo trais corazoncito

Lo que no quieres es darlo

Mi corazón se consume

Como las flores de otoño

Al respirar el perfume

De la seda de tu moño

Qué misterioso secreto

Se fue en tu moño a prender

Que más de cuatro se han muerto

Sin podértelo quitar

Loco me trae tu moñito

No me canso de decirlo

Ahí lo trais corazoncito

Lo que no quieres es darlo

The day of San Camilito

To increase my torture

They bought you a little bow

To adorn your figure

You light it on your waist

With cadence of palmar

And with graceful ease

You move it when you walk

Loco brings me your bow tie

I never get tired of saying it

There you bring it sweetheart

What you don't want is to give it away

my heart is consumed

Like the autumn flowers

Breathing in the perfume

From the silk of your bow

what a mysterious secret

He went in your bun to learn

That more than four have died

without being able to remove it

Loco brings me your bow tie

I never get tired of saying it

There you bring it sweetheart

What you don't want is to give it away