Información de la canción En esta página puedes leer la letra de la canción Don't Get Married de - The Dubliners. Fecha de lanzamiento: 18.02.2002
Idioma de la canción: Inglés
Información de la canción En esta página puedes leer la letra de la canción Don't Get Married de - The Dubliners. Don't Get Married(original) |
| Don't get married girls, |
| You'll sign away your life |
| You may start off as a woman, |
| But you'll end up as the wife |
| You could be a vestal virgin, |
| Take the veil and be a nun |
| But don't get married girls, |
| For marriage isn't fun |
| Oh, it's fine when you're romancing |
| And he plays a lover's part |
| You're the roses in his garden, |
| You're the flame that warms his heart |
| And his love will last forever |
| And he'll promise you the moon |
| But just wait until you're wedded |
| And he'll sing a different tune |
| You're his tapioca pudding, |
| You're the dumplings in his stew |
| But he'll soon begin to wonder |
| What he ever saw in you |
| Still he takes without complaining |
| All the dishes you provide |
| But, you see, he's got to have |
| His bit of jam tart on the side |
| So don't get married girls, |
| It's very badly paid |
| You may start off as the mistress, |
| But you'll end up as the maid |
| Be a daring deep-sea diver, |
| Be a polished polyglot |
| But don't get married girls, |
| For marriage is a plot |
| Have you seen him in the morning |
| With a face that looks like death |
| He's got dandruff on his pillow |
| And tobacco on his breath |
| And he wants some reassurance, |
| With his cup of tea in bed |
| Сause he's got worries with the mortgage |
| And the bald patch on his head |
| And he's sure that you're his mother, |
| Lays his head upon your breast |
| So you try to boost his ego, |
| Iron his shirt and warm his vest |
| Then you get him off to work, |
| The mighty hunter is restored |
| And he leaves you there with nothing |
| But the dreams you can't afford |
| So don't get married girls, |
| For men are all the same |
| They just use you when they need you, |
| You'd do better on the game |
| Be a call girl, be a stripper, |
| Be a hostess, be a whore |
| But don't get married girls, |
| For marriage is a bore |
| When he comes home in the evening, |
| He can hardly spare a look |
| All he says is "What's for dinner?", |
| After all you're just the cook |
| But when he takes you to a party, |
| Well, he eyes you with a frown |
| For you know you've got to look your best, |
| You mustn't let him down |
| And he'll clutch you with that "Look |
| What I've got!" sparkle in his eyes |
| Like he's entered for a raffle |
| And he's won you for a prize |
| But when the party's over, |
| You'll be slogging through the sludge |
| Half the time a decoration |
| And the other half a drudge |
| So don't get married, |
| It'll drive you round the bend |
| It's the lane without a turning, |
| It's the end without an end |
| Change your lover every Friday, |
| Take up tennis, be a nurse |
| But don't get married girls, |
| For marriage is a curse |
| And you get him off to work, |
| The mighty hunter is restored |
| And he leaves you there with nothing |
| But the dreams you can't afford |
| (traducción) |
| No os caséis chicas, |
| Firmarás tu vida |
| Puedes empezar como mujer, |
| Pero terminarás como la esposa. |
| Podrías ser una virgen vestal, |
| Toma el velo y sé monja |
| Pero no os caséis chicas, |
| Porque el matrimonio no es divertido |
| Oh, está bien cuando estás teniendo un romance |
| Y él hace el papel de un amante |
| Eres las rosas en su jardín, |
| Eres la llama que calienta su corazón |
| Y su amor durará para siempre |
| Y te prometerá la luna |
| Pero solo espera hasta que estés casado |
| Y cantará una melodía diferente |
| Eres su budín de tapioca, |
| Eres las albóndigas en su estofado |
| Pero pronto comenzará a preguntarse |
| Lo que alguna vez vio en ti |
| Todavía toma sin quejarse |
| Todos los platos que ofreces. |
| Pero, ya ves, él tiene que tener |
| Su pedazo de tarta de mermelada en el lado |
| Así que no se casen chicas, |
| esta muy mal pagado |
| Puedes empezar como la amante, |
| Pero terminarás como la sirvienta |
| Sé un atrevido buceador de aguas profundas, |
| Ser un políglota pulido |
| Pero no os caséis chicas, |
| Porque el matrimonio es un complot |
| ¿Lo has visto en la mañana? |
| Con una cara que parece la muerte |
| Tiene caspa en su almohada. |
| Y tabaco en su aliento |
| Y quiere un poco de tranquilidad, |
| Con su taza de té en la cama |
| porque tiene preocupaciones con la hipoteca |
| Y la calva en su cabeza |
| Y está seguro de que eres su madre, |
| Pone su cabeza sobre tu pecho |
| Así que tratas de aumentar su ego, |
| Plancha su camisa y calienta su chaleco. |
| Luego lo llevas a trabajar, |
| El poderoso cazador es restaurado |
| Y te deja ahí sin nada |
| Pero los sueños que no puedes permitirte |
| Así que no se casen chicas, |
| Porque los hombres son todos iguales |
| Solo te usan cuando te necesitan, |
| Te iría mejor en el juego |
| Sé una prostituta, sé una stripper, |
| Ser anfitriona, ser puta |
| Pero no os caséis chicas, |
| Porque el matrimonio es un aburrimiento |
| Cuando llega a casa por la noche, |
| Apenas puede echar un vistazo |
| Todo lo que dice es "¿Qué hay para cenar?", |
| Después de todo, solo eres el cocinero. |
| Pero cuando te lleva a una fiesta, |
| Bueno, te mira con el ceño fruncido. |
| Porque sabes que tienes que lucir lo mejor posible, |
| No debes decepcionarlo. |
| Y te agarrará con ese "Mira |
| ¡Lo que tengo!" brillo en sus ojos |
| Como si hubiera entrado en una rifa |
| Y te ha ganado por un premio |
| Pero cuando la fiesta termina, |
| Estarás luchando a través del lodo |
| La mitad del tiempo una decoración |
| Y la otra mitad un esclavo |
| Así que no te cases, |
| Te llevará a la vuelta de la esquina |
| Es el carril sin giro, |
| Es el final sin fin |
| Cambia de amante todos los viernes, |
| Practica tenis, sé enfermera |
| Pero no os caséis chicas, |
| Porque el matrimonio es una maldición |
| Y lo llevas a trabajar, |
| El poderoso cazador es restaurado |
| Y te deja ahí sin nada |
| Pero los sueños que no puedes permitirte |
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| Seven Drunken Nights ft. The Dubliners | 2014 |
| Jack's Heroes ft. The Dubliners | 1990 |
| God Save Ireland | 1988 |
| Molly Malone | 2002 |
| The Foggy Dew | 2002 |
| Raglan Road ft. The Dubliners | 2012 |
| Lord Of The Dance | 2009 |
| All For Me Grog | 1988 |
| Drink It Up Men | 1988 |
| High Germany | 2016 |
| Dirty Old Town | 1988 |
| Rambling Rover | 2002 |
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| A Pub With No Beer | 1988 |