El Venadito
Soy un pobre venadito que habito en la serranía
Soy un pobre venadito que habito en la serranía
Como no soy tan mansito, no bajo al agua de día
De noche, poco a poquito, y a tus brazos, vida mía
Ya tengo listo el nopal donde he de cortar la tuna
Ya tengo listo el nopal donde he de cortar la tuna
Como soy hombre formal, no me gusta tener una
Me gusta tener de a dos, por si se me enoja alguna (¡ay, vaya filosofía, mira!)
Quisiera ser perla fina de tus lúcidos aretes
Quisiera ser perla fina de tus lúcidos aretes
Pa' besarte la orejita y morderte los cachetes
¿Quién te manda ser bonita?
Si hasta a mí me comprometes
Quisiera ser perla fina de tus lúcidos aretes
Quisiera ser perla fina de tus lúcidos aretes
Pa' besarte la orejita y morderte los cachetes
¿Quién te manda ser bonita?
Si hasta a mí me comprometes (¡ajá!)
Ya con esta me despido, pero pronto doy la vuelta
Ya con esta me despido, pero pronto doy la vuelta
No más que me libre Dios de una niña mosca muerta
De esas que: ¡Ay, mamá, por Dios! Pero salen a la puerta
The Little Deer
I am a poor little deer who lives in the mountains
I am a poor little deer who lives in the mountains
Since I'm not that tame, I don't go to the water by day
At night, bit by bit, your arms are already there, my love
I have the prickly pear cactus ready where I cut the fruit
I have the prickly pear cactus ready where I cut the fruit
As I'm a formal man, I don't like to have just one
I like to have two, in case one of them gets angry (oh, look, what a concept!)
I wish I were a fine pearl in your gleaming earrings
I wish I were a fine pearl in your gleaming earrings
To kiss your little ear and bite your cheeks
Who told you to be so pretty?
You're even compromising me
I wish I were a fine pearl in your gleaming earrings
I wish I were a fine pearl in your gleaming earrings
To kiss your little ear and bite your cheeks
Who told you to be so pretty?
You're even compromising me (aha!)
I'll say goodbye now, but I'll be back soon
I'll say goodbye now, but I'll be back soon
May God spare me from a good-for-nothing girl
The kind that make you say: Oh, Mom, for God's sake! But then they go out the door
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