Chismes
Alberto Cortez
Gossip
Doña María, don't you know
What's being talked about?
Doña Lucía's daughter
They say she's gone mad.
She's fallen in love with a bumblebee,
Long-haired and cocky,
One of those who hang out smoking,
Who play a guitar for her.
A disrespectful scoundrel...
A good-for-nothing... a bum.
Blah blah...
Blah blah,
The gossip comes,
The gossip goes...
They keep spreading
From street to street,
The clucking of the busybodies.
Blah blah...
Blah blah,
The gossip comes,
The gossip goes...
Pecking away
As if they were
A mix of wasp
And scorpion.
Blah blah
And blah blah.
Doña Lucía's son-in-law
What a marvelous guy!
I knew it all along
He was serious and talented.
A great artist, I can already imagine
How happy her daughter will be...
And to think that some idiot
Said he was a scumbag.
Out of envy, many people
Say about the decent one... that he's a thug.
Blah blah...
Blah blah.
