Carlos Vives "La gota fria" lyrics

La gota fria

Acordate Moralito de aquel díaque estuviste en Urumitay no quisiste hacer parranda.Te fuiste de mañanita.Sería de la misma rabia

En mis notas soy extenso.A mí nadie me corrige.Para tocar con Lorenzomañana sábado,día de la Virgen

Me lleva él o me lo llevo yopa' que se acabe la vaina¡Ay! Morales a mí no me llevaporque no me da la ganaMoralito a mí no me llevaporque no me da la gana.

¿Qué cultura, qué cultura va a tenerun indio chumeca como Lorenzo Morales?¿qué cultura va a tener,si nació en los cardonales?

Morales mienta a mi mamasolamente pa' ofender.Para que él también se ofenda,ahora le miento a la de él.

Me lleva él o me lo llevo yo …

Moralito, Moralito se creíaque él a mí, que él a mí me iba a ganar,pero cuando me oyo tocarle cayó la gota fría,Al cabo él la compartíay el tiro le salió mal.

Me lleva él o me lo llevo yo

Cold sweat drop

Moralito, remember that dayWhen you were in Uramitaand did not want to make party?You left early in the morningWas it because of that grugde from long ago?

When I play the accordion, my notes are extensiveAnd nobody needs to correct meTo play with him in the feastTomorrow morningOn the day of Virgin Mary,Or he'll defeat me, or I'll defeat him thereSo as to finish that argument once and for all

Ay, Morales does not defeat meBecause I don't feel like giving inMoralito does not defeat meBecause I don't feel like giving in

What good manners would a chumeca indianlike Lorenzo Morales have?What good manners would he haveSince he was raised amidst fields of cardón cactuses?

Moralito tells my mom lies about meJust to upset meAnd now, just to upset himI'll tell his lies about him

Moralito was sure thatHe would beat meBut when he heard me playingHe sweated cold for fearAfter all, he agreeded he had lostAnd his ambitions just backfired