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Linda Ronstadt

Y Ándale

 

Y Ándale

(album: Canciones De Mi Padre - 1987)


[Spanish:]

Que diran los de tu casa
Cuando mi miran tomando
Pensaran que por tu causa
Yo me vivo emborrachando
Y andale

Pero si vieras
Como son lindas estas borracheras
Y andale

Pero hasta cuando
Dejan tus padres de andarte cuidando
Y andale

Cada vez que vengo a verte
Siempre me voy resbalando
O es que tengo mala suerte
O es que me esta lloviznando
Y andale

Pero si vieras
Seco mi chaco en mi higuera floreando
Y andale

Pero si cuando
Seco mi chaco en mi higuera floreando
Y andale

Me dices que soy un necio
Porque me ando emborrachando
Y a pesar de tus deprecios
Yo quiero seguir tomando, y andale

Pero si vieras
Como son lindas estas borracheras
Y andale

Pero que bellas
Paso las horas vaciando botellas
Y andale

[English translation: Get On With It]

What will they say those in your house
When they see me drinking
Will they think that it's on account of you
That I live my life drinking
Get on with it

But if you could see
How pretty these binges are
Get on with it

But until whenever
Your parents stop protecting you
Get on with it

Each time that I come to see you
I'm always slipping
Is it that I have bad luck
Or is it that it's drizzling on me
Get on with it
But if you could see
Me dry my chaco in my flowering fig tree grove
Get on with it

But if ever
I dry my chaco in my flowering fig tree grove
Get on with it

You say that I'm a fool
Because I'm always getting drunk
And in spite of your scorn
I want to keep on drinking
Get on with it

But if you were to see
How pretty these binges are
Get on with it

But how beautiful
Are the hours I spend emptying bottles
Get on with it

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