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Linda Ronstadt – Tata Dios lyrics
Written by Valeriano Trejo
Pónme mi vestido blanco
Aquel con que nos casamos
El doctor por más que le ande
Está muy lejos nuestro rancho
Ya no gastes en remedios
Ya mis fuerzas van mermando
Pónme mi vestido blanco
Tata Dios me está llamando
Tata Dios...
Todo se queda en silencio
Solo Juan le dice a ella:
Vieras que lindos jilotes
Se estan dando en la ladera
Pero ya no "quiero" nada
Voy a regalar la siembra
Tata Dios asi lo quiere
Y con Tata nadie juega
Tata Dios... Me está llamando
Father God
Put my white dress on me
The one I wore when we were married
The doctor has far to walk
Because our ranch is so far away
Don't waste your time on remedies
My strength is already leaving me
Put my white dress on me
Father God is calling me
Everything remains still
Only Juan is telling her:
See how pretty the cornstalks
Growing on the hillside
But now I don't want anything
I'm going to give away the seed
Father God wants it this way
And with Father nobody plays
Father God... Is calling me
© 1956 Promotora Hispano Americana de Musica, S. A
Copyright renewed. All rights controlled by Peer International Corp (Bmi)
Pónme mi vestido blanco
Aquel con que nos casamos
El doctor por más que le ande
Está muy lejos nuestro rancho
Ya no gastes en remedios
Ya mis fuerzas van mermando
Pónme mi vestido blanco
Tata Dios me está llamando
Tata Dios...
Todo se queda en silencio
Solo Juan le dice a ella:
Vieras que lindos jilotes
Se estan dando en la ladera
Pero ya no "quiero" nada
Voy a regalar la siembra
Tata Dios asi lo quiere
Y con Tata nadie juega
Tata Dios... Me está llamando
Father God
Put my white dress on me
The one I wore when we were married
The doctor has far to walk
Because our ranch is so far away
Don't waste your time on remedies
My strength is already leaving me
Put my white dress on me
Father God is calling me
Everything remains still
Only Juan is telling her:
See how pretty the cornstalks
Growing on the hillside
But now I don't want anything
I'm going to give away the seed
Father God wants it this way
And with Father nobody plays
Father God... Is calling me
© 1956 Promotora Hispano Americana de Musica, S. A
Copyright renewed. All rights controlled by Peer International Corp (Bmi)
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