Amarraditos
Maria Dolores Pradera
Tied Up
Let's both be tied together
Foams and velvet
Me with a crunch of starch
And you, serious and haughty
People look at us with envy on the street
The neighbors murmur
Friends and the mayor
They say it's not in style anymore
Neither my comb, nor my barrette
They say it's not fashionable, no, no
Neither my medallion nor your belt
I know that they are styled
Your big eyes and my pride
When I go on your arm
For the sun and without rush
Our coachman is waiting for us in front of the main church
And at a slow trot, we walk the walk
You greet by touching the brim of your hat better
And I wave my handkerchief with grace
It's not fashionable, I know it's not fashionable
What to wear for dinner
Jasmine in the buttonhole
It certainly looks like a game
But there is nothing better
Than to be a gentleman of those
What did my grandparents see?
Our coachman is waiting for us
In front of the main church
And at a slow trot we walk along the promenade
You greet by touching the brim of your hat better
And I wave my handkerchief with grace
It's not fashionable, I know it's not fashionable
What to wear for dinner
Jasmine in the buttonhole
It certainly looks like a game
But there is nothing better
Than to be a gentleman of those
What did my grandparents see?
