‘‘ Se la llevó’’

VOICE 1: He took her away, he took her away. He took her away, my friend took her away, the one I loved, he took her completely. Oh, baby, yeah. I courted her timidly, almost afraid, not thinking of words, unable to speak, she led me away little by little with her glances, and that love I felt so much, I didn't say a word. Vacation arrived with summer, which is when young men take advantage to travel, and a great friend, whom I don't curse, is going to marry the woman I loved in silence. And a great friend, yes sir, whom I don't curse, how could I not, is going to marry the woman I loved in silence. CHORUS: He took her away, my friend took her away, the one I loved one day, he took her away. VOICE 1: But no, no, no, I don't curse him, my friend, I don't curse him, whether she went to Havana or whether she's happy with my friend. CHORUS: He took her away, VOICE 1: Oh, he took her away, he took her away. CHORUS: My friend took her away, the one I loved, one day he took her away. VOICE 1: I was too slow in the west, I drew my gun too late, I want to see you again the day you come back alone, Bartola. CHORUS: He took her away, VOICE 1: And she's coming with another Bartola. CHORUS: My friend took her away, VOICE 1: How beautiful! CHORUS: The one I loved, one day he took her away. VOICE 1: Mambo, mambo. Speed ​​up! CHORUS: I suffer and cry for the love I lost, I don't regret it because that's life. VOICE 1: Life has its things, it has thorns and it has roses, who condemns a woman if she's pretty and beautiful? CHORUS: I suffer and cry for the love I lost, I don't regret it because that's life. VOICE 1: Next time I fall in love again, nobody's going to take her from me, I'll tell you everything with style. CHORUS: I suffer and cry for the love I lost, I don't regret it because that's life. VOICE 1: Well, and a shout-out to Mrs. Gloria de Mulgoba, the most beautiful Spanish woman in Spain. Ole, ole. CHORUS: He took her away. VOICE 1: Choir boys, choir boys, let everyone say it. CHORUS: He took her away. VOICE 1: Come on, let no one be silent. Go ahead! CHORUS: He took her away. VOICE 1: Play, play! CHORUS: He took her away. VOICE 1: Listen, that's why I suffer. CHORUS: He took her away. VOICE 1: He took her away one beautiful morning. CHORUS: He took her away. VOICE 1: And I sang a rumba to Havana. CHORUS: He took her away. VOICE 1: How beautiful! She was smiling, she was happy. CHORUS: He took her away. VOICE 1: And the trombone arrived. CHORUS: He took her away. VOICE 1: He comes from San Ramón, who saw her pass by. Wow! CHORUS: He took her away. CHORUS: He took her away. VOICE 1: He took her away, he took her away. CHORUS: He took her away. VOICE 1: She was so happy and felt good, listen. CHORUS: He took her away. VOICE 1: That mulatto woman had a lot of swing, she carried her briefcase. CHORUS: He took her away. (…)

VOZ 1: De que se la llevó,
se la llevó.

Se la llevó,
mi amigo se la llevó,
la que yo amaba
todita se la llevó.

Oh, baby, yeah.

La enamoraba
tímidamente casi con miedo,
que las palabras no las pensaba, no podía hablar,
me fue llevando poquito a poco con sus miradas
y aquel amor que tanto sentí no le dije nada.

Llegaron las vacaciones con el verano
que es cuando aprovecha el joven para pasear,
y un gran amigo
que no maldigo
con la mujer que yo amé en silencio
se va a casar.

Y un gran amigo, sí, señor,
que no maldigo, cómo no
con la mujer que yo amé en silencio
se va a casar.

CORO: Se la llevó,
mi amigo se la llevó,
la que yo amaba
un día se la llevó.

VOZ 1: Pero no, no, no, lo maldigo, mi pana,
no lo maldigo,
si se fue para La Habana
o si es feliz con mi amigo.

CORO: Se la llevó,
VOZ 1: Ay, se la llevó, se la llevó.
CORO: Mi amigo se la llevó,
la que yo amaba
un día se la llevó.

VOZ 1: Fui muy lento en el oeste,
tarde saqué mi pistola,
yo quiero volver a verte
el día que vuelvas sola, Bartola.

CORO: Se la llevó,
VOZ 1: Y viene con otro Bartola
CORO: Mi amigo se la llevó,
VOZ 1: ¡Qué linda!
CORO: La que yo amaba
un día se la llevó.

VOZ 1: Mambo, mambo.
¡Acelera!.

CORO: Sufro y lloro
por el amor que perdí
no me arrepiento
porque la vida es así.

VOZ 1: La vida tiene sus cosas,
tiene espinas y tiene rosas,
¿Quién condena a una mujer
si es bonita y es hermosa?

CORO: Sufro y lloro
por el amor que perdí
no me arrepiento
porque la vida es así.

VOZ 1: Para la próxima vez
que me vuelva a enamorar,
nadie me la va a quitar
todito se lo diré con caché.

CORO: Sufro y lloro
por el amor que perdí
no me arrepiento
porque la vida es así.

VOZ 1: Bueno y un saludo para la señora Gloria de Mulgoba
la española más linda de España.
Ole, ole.

CORO: Se la llevó.
VOZ 1: Chicos del coro,
chicos del coro, que lo digan todos.
CORO: Se la llevó.
VOZ 1: Vamos, que no se calle nadie.
¡Adelante!.

CORO: Se la llevó.

VOZ 1: ¡Juega, juega!.

CORO: Se la llevó.
VOZ 1: Oye, es por eso que sufro yo
CORO: Se la llevó.

VOZ 1: Se la llevó una linda mañana
CORO: Se la llevó.
VOZ 1: Y le canté una rumba a La Habana.
CORO: Se la llevó.
VOZ 1: ¡Qué bonita!, iba sonriente,
iba feliz.
CORO: Se la llevó.
VOZ 1: Y llegó el trombón.
CORO: Se la llevó.
VOZ 1: Viene de San Ramón,
que la vio pasar.
¡Solavaya!.
CORO: Se la llevó.

CORO: Se la llevó.
VOZ 1: Se la llevó, se la llevó
CORO: Se la llevó.
VOZ 1: Iba tan contenta y se sentía bien, oye.
CORO: Se la llevó.
VOZ 1: Esa mulata llevaba mucho swing,
llevaba su maletín.
CORO: Se la llevó.
(…)