Retro Music week 8 - Te acuerdas de mí - Ricardo Arjona(cover) - By @edwardstobia
Hola amigos || Hello friends
I would like to present you with what was a real challenge for me. A few days ago I felt challenged to record this song that I like very much but that was difficult to perform. And like any warrior, I took the challenge to record this beautiful piece of music by Ricardo Arjona called ¨Te agrees mí¨ This musician has songs that can really hurt more the wound we have or heal it. I had never paid so much attention to his compositions, until now. I hope you like it and of course, I look forward to reading your comments.
Edgar Ricardo Arjona Morales was born on January 19, 1964 in Jocotenango, Guatemala. His parents were Ricardo Arjona Moscoso and Nohemí ("Mimi") Morales de Arjona; he has two sisters, Ingrid and Verónica Arjona. He lived most of his childhood in Guatemala City, where he began his musical training. At the age of twelve, he participated in the contest Festival Infantil Juventud 74, which he won with the song "Gracias al mundo", a composition of his father.
Letra// Lyric:
¿Te acuerdas de mí?
No soy más que el mismo flaco de siempre
Con un conato de panza que me está haciendo lucir
Como luce una soga cuando en medio tiene un nudo
El pelo un poco más corto
Y una tos de cigarro que me despierta en las noches
Vivo en el mismo lugar, Calle Mártires 28
Y aún conservo la cama que fermenta tu humedad
El mismo lunar, en el sitio donde tú ya conoces
Voy al mismo bar, para ver si asesino mis noches
Y entre una nueva cana y el deseo de encontrarte
Se me gasta la vida
Ya probé con el Yoga, el Hare Krishna y el Vudú
Ya probé con un brujo, un adivino y un gurú
Pero me sigo poniendo viejo
Me lo dice cada día el espejo
Y tú no apareces por ninguna parte
Mi trabajo muy bien
Hasta me han aceptado como miembro MasterCard
Y veo más el lado izquierdo que el derecho en los menús
Me he comprado un auto, ya no viajo en autobús
Pero te extraño a rabiar
Al extremo de que nuestra cama no la vuelto a usar
Y si me cae una aventura, la revuelco en el sofá
Por no herir al recuerdo que se anida entre el colchón
Soy el mismo de ayer
Aunque ya no respondo como antes
Me tendrías que ver, cuando ya no se encumbra el deseo
Y entre charlas de Borges y de García Márquez
Busco un mejor momento
Ya probé con el Yoga, el Hare Krishna y el Vudú
Ya probé con un brujo, un adivino y un gurú
Pero me sigo poniendo viejo
Me lo dice cada día el espejo
Y tú no apareces por ninguna parte
Do you remember me?
I'm just the same old skinny guy
With a belly conato that is making me look
How a rope looks when it has a knot in the middle
Hair a little shorter
And a cigarette cough that wakes me up at night
I live in the same place, 28 Mártires Street
And I still have the bed that ferments your moisture
The same mole, in the place where you already know
I go to the same bar, to see if I kill my nights
And between a new gray hair and the desire to find you
My life is spent
I have already tried Yoga, Hare Krishna and Voodoo
I already tried a witch doctor, a fortune teller and a guru
But I keep getting old
The mirror tells me every day
And you don't show up anywhere
My work very well
I have even been accepted as a MasterCard member
And I see more of the left side than the right side in the menus
I bought a car, I don't travel by bus anymore
But I miss you like crazy
To the extent that our bed is not used again
And if I have an adventure, I roll it over on the couch
For not hurting the memory that nests between the mattress
I'm the same as yesterday
Although I no longer respond as before
You should see me, when the desire is no longer
And between talks by Borges and García Márquez
I'm looking for a better time
I have already tried Yoga, Hare Krishna and Voodoo
I already tried a witch doctor, a fortune teller and a guru
But I keep getting old
The mirror tells me every day
And you don't show up anywhere
A bordo de la nave
me despido, mi querida familia.
❤LOS QUIERO❤
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