A keresés eredménye

Little golden ladder

A little golden ladder
made of gold and ivory
the bride will ascend
to take her wedding vows.1
 
We've come to see
we've come to see
that they have joy and prosperity
and may they have plenty of good fortune.
 
The bride has no money,2
may they have plenty of good fortune.
 

• 1. Kidushim is the Ladino term that was borrowed from the Hebrew word 'Kiddushin' (קידושין)
• 2. Dukados or 'Ducats' were an older form of currency, as in gold coins.

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• Terminology: lit. (literally), lat. (latin term), pr. (pronunciation). @= a/o (for Spanish translations only, @ can be switched from a feminine or masculine perspective.

Compulsive liar

What do you say to me, woman?
That I no longer find you?
That you no longer feel in your belly what you felt before?
That you no longer feel mine how you felt yesterday?
Tell me, what can I do?
Dancing so lonely, love
Knowing that now you wake up in his room
What I have suffered alone, only me
 
Compulsive, compulsive liar
I'm already tired of each of your fake little words
Miss, I don't believe you anymore
I don't believe you anymore
Compulsive, compulsive liar
How could you break my little heart
In cold blood, mommy
I don't believe you anymore, I don't believe you anymore
 
Abraham mateo, eo
I won't be the fool waiting for you anymore
Who was at your feet
I got tired of your lies
If you call, I won't be only to please you baby
Compulsive liar, compulsive liar
So dangerous, obsessive media
When the card gives dislike
She is the first to tell me 'bye bye', yeah
I already know your game well
I know where you start and then
You're calming me to the bones
You lost your opportunity
 
Compulsive, compulsive liar
I'm already tired of each of your fake little words
Miss, I don't believe you anymore
I don't believe you anymore
Compulsive, compulsive liar
How could you break my little heart
In cold blood, mommy
I don't believe you anymore, I don't believe you anymore
 
And darling I wish you that you go well
With your new millionaire boyfriend
Who buys you all your whims
And then he stays in bed, ahem, short
And to think that I for you
I left my skin and I bet all my feelings
That you would be the definitive woman, ay ay ay
How hurts your departure
Woman cynical, atypical, mime
With spectacular figure (typical)
Dangerous woman
 
Compulsive, compulsive liar
I'm already tired of each of your fake little words
Miss, I don't believe you anymore
No
Compulsive, compulsive liar
How could you break my little heart
In cold blood, mommy
I don't believe you anymore, I don't believe you anymore