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Description
Vihuela: Antonio Zepeda Rivera
Accordion, Background Vocals: Braulio Ibarra Soneranes
Trumpet: Mario Muñoz Cruz
Clarinet: Edgar Erón Valenzuela Castro
Background Vocals, Accordion: Juan Guadalupe Ontiveros Moroyoqui
Vihuela: Arnulfo Romero sombra
Bajo: Neftali Ozuna tucari
Clarinet: Juan de Dios Ontiveros Molinares
Trumpet: Francisco Javier Duarte Velarde
Recording Engineer, Producer: Antonio Zepeda
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Alberto Medina
Recording Engineer: Abraham Eduardo Tapia García
Executive Producer: Jorge Juárez
Executive Producer: Oscar Armando Díaz de León
Composer Lyricist: Fernando Fernández
Composer Lyricist: Mario Ruiz Armengol
Lyrics and translation
Original
¡Ajay!
Hay en tus ojos la luz y el camino que me lleva.
Soy feliz recordando tu amor, aunque tú no me quieras, aunque tú no me quieras. ¡Fuertecito!
Yo necesito saber, pa' quererte locamente.
Que me digan tus ojos que hay luz, que tus labios me besen.
Y en ese beso poner las cosas más lindas que tiene el amor.
¿Por qué te hizo Dios tan linda?
Si no hay oro que pague tu amor.
Si las cosas más lindas tú me las diste en la vida.
Si todo el mundo te canta, ¿por qué no cantarte yo?
-Ay, ay, ay, amigo. -Ay, ay.
Suéltala, Chandee.
¿Por qué te hizo Dios tan linda?
Que no hay oro que pague tu amor.
Si las penas más lindas tú me las diste en la vida.
Si todo el mundo te canta, ¿por qué no cantarte yo?
Oye, esa misma.
Qué buena pieza, hijo de su--
English translation
Ajay!
There is in your eyes the light and the path that leads me.
I am happy remembering your love, even if you don't love me, even if you don't love me. Strong!
I need to know, to love you madly.
May your eyes tell me that there is light, may your lips kiss me.
And in that kiss put the most beautiful things that love has.
Why did God make you so pretty?
If there is no gold to pay for your love.
If you gave me the most beautiful things in life.
If everyone sings to you, why not sing to you?
-Oh, oh, oh, friend. -Oh, oh.
Let her go, Chandee.
Why did God make you so pretty?
That there is no gold that will pay for your love.
If you gave me the most beautiful sorrows in life.
If everyone sings to you, why not sing to you?
Hey, that same one.
What a good piece, son of a--