‘‘ Poquito Poco’’

VOICE 1: Oh, Mama. I feel that little by little you're losing me, that little by little you're slipping out of my heart, and if you only knew that little by little the flame I light when love comes to my chest is dying out. Sometimes it leaves and I don't even notice, and it torments me to know when you'll return. Your body is no longer the volcano that burns my skin, your mouth is no longer the spring that quenches my thirst. You were a downpour, a flower in a book. Now I feel alive, I won't die of love. CHORUS: You were a downpour. VOICE 1: Oh, wow. CHORUS: A flower in a book. VOICE 1: Now I feel alive, wow, I won't die of love. VOICE 1: How I love you, Juana Moreno. CHORUS: Little by little you're losing me, you're slipping out of my heart. VOICE 1: How handsome, the boy from Guatemala, Omar Pupo. CHORUS: Little by little you're losing me. VOICE 1: Shake me. CHORUS: You're slipping out of my heart. VOICE 1: If you only knew that little by little you're slipping out more each day. CHORUS: Little by little you're losing me, you're slipping out of my heart. VOICE 1: And I, who went crazy for you, and now I don't feel what I used to feel. CHORUS: Little by little you're losing me, you're slipping out of my heart. VOICE 1: But you don't know how to give well, what more is there for? Today another brunette awaits me. CHORUS: Little by little you're losing me, you're slipping out of my heart. VOICE 1: And that little rhythm of yours? VOICE 1: What happened, happened. VOICE 1: So how does that sit with you? CHORUS: You were a downpour. VOICE 1: Oh, mama. CHORUS: A flower in a book. VOICE 1: If you only knew that I no longer have you in mind, that you don't even cross my thoughts. CHORUS: You were a downpour, a flower in a book. VOICE 1: And what they've told you, my heart doesn't feel it anymore. CHORUS: You were a downpour. VOICE 1: You're leaving, you're leaving. CHORUS: A flower in a book. VOICE 1: You're leaving, don't you care that it's all over and what we had is finished. CHORUS: You were a downpour, a flower in a book. VOICE 1: So I don't want any trouble with you, grab your suitcase and leave. CHORUS: You were a downpour, a flower in a book. VOICE 1: Listen to what I've got now. CHORUS: You're leaving my heart. VOICE 1: And you're leaving, I'll say it again, baby. (…)

VOZ 1: Ay, mamá.
Siento que poquito a poco
me estás perdiendo,
que poco a poquito te estás saliendo del corazón,
y si tú supieras que poco a poco se va extinguiendo
la llama que enciendo cuando a mi pecho llega el amor

A veces se va
y no me doy cuenta
y no atormenta saber
cuándo volverás.

Tu cuerpo ya no es el volcán
que me quema la piel,
tu boca ya no es el manantial,
que me calma la sed.

Fuiste un aguacero,
una flor en un libro.
Ahora me siento vivo,
de amor no me muero.

CORO: Fuiste un aguacero
VOZ 1: Ah, caray
CORO: Una flor en un libro.
VOZ 1: Ahora me siento vivo, caray,
de amor no me muero.

VOZ 1: Cómo te quiero Juana Moreno.
CORO: Poquito a poco me estás perdiendo te estás saliendo del corazón.

VOZ 1: Qué bonito,
el chico de Guatemala,
Omar Pupo.

CORO: Poquito a poco me estás perdiendo
VOZ 1: Agítame
CORO: Te estás saliendo del corazón.

VOZ 1: Si tú supieras que poco a poco te estás saliendo más cada día

CORO: Poquito a poco me estás perdiendo te estás saliendo del corazón.

VOZ 1: Y yo que por ti me volvía loco
y ya no siento lo que sentía.

CORO: Poquito a poco me estás perdiendo te estás saliendo del corazón.

VOZ 1: Pero qué tú no sabes bien dar,
¿Para qué más? Hoy me espera otra morena.

CORO: Poquito a poco me estás perdiendo te estás saliendo del corazón.

VOZ 1: ¿Y ese tumbaito tú?

VOZ 1: Lo que pasó, pasó.

VOZ 1: ¿Así que como te cae?
CORO: Fuiste un aguacero
VOZ 1: Ay, mamá
CORO: Una flor en un libro.
VOZ 1: Si tú supieras que ya no tengo presente
que ni pasas por mi mente
CORO: Fuiste un aguacero,
una flor en un libro.
VOZ 1: Y en eso que te han dicho por ahí,
ya mi corazón no lo siente.
CORO: Fuiste un aguacero
VOZ 1: De que te vas, te vas
CORO: Una flor en un libro.
VOZ 1: De que te vas, te vale que todo terminó
y lo nuestro se acabó.
CORO: Fuiste un aguacero,
una flor en un libro.
VOZ 1: Así que conmigo no quiero brete,
coge la maleta y vete.
CORO: Fuiste un aguacero
una flor en un libro.
VOZ 1: Oye lo que traigo ahora.
CORO: Te estás saliendo del corazón.
VOZ 1: Y te estás saliendo,
te lo repito, nené.
(…)