Tu Camisita de Flores
Va vendiendo corazones
Desde su puerta hasta los faroles,
Va vendiendo corazones
Que hasta los lirios te dicen ole
Cuando te acercas por los balcones (ole)
La niña del sillero, el de los bastones
Vuelve loquito a to el pueblo
Cuando va pa los faroles.
La del pelo alborotao,
De las dos la más morena
La del delantal bordao,
La que sonríe cuando paso,
Esa es la que me ha gustao.
Esta tarde voy a verla,
Se pone en el baratillo
Y en la puerta de la feria
Hoy seguro que le hablo
Aunque su mare no quiera.
Y al pasar por mi vera
Me ha saludao
Y la rosa más bella
Le he regalao
Y su cara morena
Se ha sonrojao
Dime quien te lo ha comprao
Por qué no me dices quien te lo ha comprao
Que tiene tantos colores
Tran tran tran tran me ha gustao
Tu camisilla de flores
Ese clavel colorao
Que en tu pelo se sostiene
Me tiene tan embrujao
Que al mirarte a mi me duele
Y a tu vientre se ha asomao
Cuando la camiseta te has levantao
El lunar que a mi me duele,
No me lo niegues, te lo has tapao.
Dime quien te lo ha comprao
Por qué no me dices quien te lo ha comprao
Que tiene tantos colores
Tran tran tran tran me ha gustao
Tu camisilla de flores
Your Little Flowered Shirt
Selling hearts
From her door to the streetlights,
Selling hearts
Even the lilies say 'ole'
When you approach through the balconies (ole)
The girl from the chair maker, the one with the canes
Drives the whole town crazy
When she goes to the streetlights.
The one with messy hair,
Of the two, the darkest one
The one with the embroidered apron,
The one who smiles when I pass by,
That's the one I liked.
This afternoon I'm going to see her,
She sets up at the bargain stand
And at the fair's entrance
Today I'll definitely talk to her
Even if her mom doesn't want it.
And as I passed by her side
She greeted me
And the most beautiful rose
I gave her
And her dark face
Blushed
Tell me who bought it for you
Why don't you tell me who bought it for you
It has so many colors
Tran tran tran tran I liked it
Your little flowered shirt
That red carnation
Held in your hair
Has me so bewitched
That looking at you hurts me
And it peeked out at your belly
When you lifted your shirt
The mole that hurts me,
Don't deny it, you covered it up.
Tell me who bought it for you
Why don't you tell me who bought it for you
It has so many colors
Tran tran tran tran I liked it
Your little flowered shirt