Amarraditos

Let's both of us tied up, foam and velvet
You, with a crunch of starch, and I, serious and haughty

People look at us with envy on the street
The neighbors, friends and the mayor murmur

They say that neither your comb nor my hairpin are in style anymore
They say that neither your medallion nor my belt are in style anymore

I know that your big eyes and my pride are in style
When you walk on my arm through the sun and without hurry

Our coachman is waiting for us in front of the main church
And at a slow trot we walk along the promenade

I greet by touching the brim of my hat better
And you wave your handkerchief with grace

It's not fashionable, I know it's not fashionable
For dinner, put jasmine in my buttonhole

It certainly looks like a game but there is nothing better
To be a gentleman like those my grandparents saw

It's not fashionable, I know it's not fashionable
For dinner, put jasmine in my buttonhole

It certainly looks like a game but there is nothing better
To be a gentleman like those my grandparents saw