Tatuaje - Rocio Jurado

(Nota: Lo que lee es lo que oigo. Entre 's estn las palabras

pronunciadas en andaluz)

(Note: What I hear is what you get. Between 's are the andalusian

pronounced words)

l vino en un barco de nombre extranjero

que arriv a Marsella un anochecer,

cuando el blanco faro sobre los veleros

su beso de plata dejaba caer

Era alegre y rubio como la cerveza

y sus ojos claros prendaron a Yvonne

cuando oy en sus manos gemir la tristeza

doliente y cansada del acorden

Y ante dos copas de aguardiente

en un rincn del petit-bar

l fue contndole entre dientes su amarga historia de pesar

Mira mi brazo tatuado con este nombre de mujer

Es el recuerdo de un pasado que nunca ms ha de volver

Ella me quiso y me ha olvidado

En cambio yo no la olvid

Y para siempre ir marcado con este nombre de mujer

l se fue una tarde con rumbo ignorado

sin dejar ni rastro de su acorden

Yvonne, de tristeza, muerta se ha quedado,

igual que una sombra, frente al malecn

De una punta a otra recorre Marsella

A los marineros pregunta por l Y va como loca buscando su huella

porque tatuado lo lleva en la piel

Y a media noche, triste y sola,

en un rincn del petit-bar

oye de pronto en la gramola

gemir de nuevo aquel cantar

Mira mi brazo tatuado con este nombre de mujer

Es el recuerdo de un pasado que nunca ms ha de volver

Ella me quiso y me ha olvidado

En cambio yo no la olvid

Y para siempre ir marcado con este nombre de mujer

(Note: What you read is what I hear. Between 's are the words

pronounced in Andalusian)

(Note: What I hear is what you get. Between 's are the andalusian

pronounce words)

He came on a ship with a foreign name

who arrived in Marseilles one evening,

when the white lighthouse on the sailboats

her silver kiss from him dropped

He was cheerful and blond as beer

and his clear eyes captivated Yvonne

when I heard sadness in her hands moan

sorrowful and tired of the accordion

And before two glasses of brandy

in a corner of the petit-bar

He was muttering to her his bitter story of regret

Look at my arm tattooed with this woman's name

It is the memory of a past that will never return

She loved me and has forgotten me

On the other hand, I did not forget her

And forever be marked with this woman's name

He left one afternoon with an unknown course

leaving no trace of his accord

Yvonne, of sadness, has remained dead,

just like a shadow, in front of the malecn

From one end to the other runs through Marseille

She asks the sailors about him And she goes like crazy looking for his footprint

because he has a tattoo on his skin

And at midnight, sad and alone,

in a corner of the petit-bar

she suddenly hears on the jukebox

moan again that song

Look at my arm tattooed with this woman's name

It is the memory of a past that will never return

She loved me and has forgotten me

On the other hand, I did not forget her

And forever be marked with this woman's name