Antigua - Vicente Fernandez

Dicen que eres antigua

Con tu cara blanca y con tu falda larga

Dicen que eres antigua

Porque llegas pronto de noche a tu casa

Dicen que eres antigua, porque me despides desde la ventana

Dicen que eres antigua, porque vales mucho

Y ellos no valen nada

Porque con tus cosas antiguas tus besos antiguos

Me has robado el alma

La llevas encerrada en ese mar azul que baña tu mirada

La llevas encerrada en ese pelo negro que cae por tu espalda

Con tus cosas antiguas, tus besos antiguos

Tu me has robado el alma

Enséñales los besos y todo el calor que tus besos me arrancan

No vayan a creer que vives sin amor que vives olvidada

Te seguiré queriendo con tu cara blanca y con tu falda larga

Dicen que eres antigua porque vales mucho

Y ellos no valen nada

Porque con tus cosas antiguas tus besos antiguos

Me has robado el alma

La llevas encerrada en ese mar azul que baña tu mirada

La llevas encerrada en ese pelo negro que cae por tu espalda

Con tus cosas antiguas, tus besos antiguos

Tu me has robado el alma

Enséñales los besos y todo el calor que tus besos me arrancan

No vayan a creer que vives sin amor que vives olvidada

Te seguiré queriendo con tu cara blanca y con tu falda larga

Dicen que eres antigua porque vales mucho

Y ellos no valen nada

They say you're old

With your white face and with your long skirt

They say you're old

Because you arrive home early at night

They say you're old, because you say goodbye to me from the window

They say you're old, because you're worth a lot

And they are worth nothing

Because with your old things your old kisses

you have stolen my soul

You have her locked up in that blue sea that bathes your gaze

You keep it locked in that black hair that falls down your back

With your old things, your old kisses

you have stolen my soul

Teach them the kisses and all the heat that your kisses take from me

Do not believe that you live without love that you live forgotten

I will continue loving you with your white face and with your long skirt

They say you're old because you're worth a lot

And they are worth nothing

Because with your old things your old kisses

you have stolen my soul

You have her locked up in that blue sea that bathes your gaze

You keep it locked in that black hair that falls down your back

With your old things, your old kisses

you have stolen my soul

Teach them the kisses and all the heat that your kisses take from me

Do not believe that you live without love that you live forgotten

I will continue loving you with your white face and with your long skirt

They say you're old because you're worth a lot

And they are worth nothing