Hola gente bella de hive. Hoy quiero dar inicio a los sabados ciclo de oro venezolano y que mejor manera de iniciar que con el grande de todos los grandes, nuestro entrañable Alfredo Sadel, con un clasico de la musica venezolana "Di", tema grabado en 1960 y que se convirtio inmediatamente en un exito en latinoamerica. Este maravilloso tema lo escuchaba desde niño cuando mis padres en reuniones con mis tios disfrutaban de todas las canciones de Alfredo Sadel. Espero disfruten de este buen tema, esperando su apoyo para el siguiente sabado entregarles otra pieza del recuerdo. Dejen en los comentarios que tema quisieran que les cante en mis sabado de clasicos dorados de mi bella venezuela.
Hello beautiful people of hive. Today I want to start the Venezuelan golden cycle on Saturdays and what better way to start than with the great of all the greats, our beloved Alfredo Sadel, with a classic of Venezuelan music "Di", a song recorded in 1960 and which became immediately a success in Latin America. I had listened to this wonderful song since I was a child when my fathers, in meetings with my uncles, enjoyed all the songs by Alfredo Sadel. I hope you enjoy this good topic, hoping for your support for the following Saturday to give you another piece of memory. Leave in the comments what topic you would like me to sing to you on my saturday of golden classics from my beautiful venezuela.
Letra
No le cuentes a nadie mi historia, historia triste
Dile que me quisiste, diles que te adoré
No digas que tu corazón ni siente, ni padece
No digas que mi pobre amor fue para ti un juguete.
Di que te consentí mucho
Di de nuestras cosas bellas
Di que siempre te recuerdo
Y que culpa tuya nunca, nunca fue.
Di que no nos comprendimos
Mas no digas la verdad
La verdad que conoces
De la que siempre te arrepentirás.
No le cuentes a nadie mi historia, historia triste…
Di que te consentí mucho…
Di que no nos comprendimos…
Lyrics
Don't tell anyone my story, sad story
Tell them that you loved me, tell them that I adored you
Do not say that your heart neither feels nor suffers
Don't say that my poor love was a toy for you.
Say that I spoiled you a lot
Say of our beautiful things
Say I always remember you
And that your fault never, never was.
Say we didn't understand each other
But don't tell the truth
The truth that you know
Of which you will always regret.
Do not tell anyone my story, sad story ...
Say I spoiled you a lot ...
Say we didn't understand each other ...
