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La Tempranica - La Tarántula

Giménez Gerónimo | Berganza Teresa

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1m 47s
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Teresa BERGANZA sings La Tempranica
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Incredible spanish mezzosoprano TERESA BERGANZA sings aria "La tarántula é un bicho mu malo" from Zarzuela LA TEMPRANICA by Gerónimo Giménez. libretto by Julian Romea Castro Conductor: Raymond Leppard WORDS in spanish: *Grabie* La tarántula é un bicho mú malo; No se mata con piera ni palo; Que juye y se mete por tós los rincones Y son mú malinas sus picazones. ¡Ay mare!, no zé que tengo Que ayé pazé por la era Y ha principiaito a entrarme Er má de la temblaera. Zerá q'a mí me ha picáo La tarántula dañina Y estoy toitico enfermáo. Por su sangre tan endina. ¡Te coman los mengues Mardita la araña Que tié en la barriga Pintá una guitarra! Bailando se cura tan jondo doló. ¡Ay! ¡Mal haya la araña que a mí me picó! No le temo á los rayos ni balas Ni le temo á otra cosa más mala Que me hizo mi pare; Más guapo que er gayo Pero á ese bichito lo parta un rayo. ¡Ay mare! yo estoy malito. Me está entrando unos suores Que me han dejaito seco Y comío de picores. Zerá que á mí me ha picáo La tarántula dañina, Por eso me he quedao Más dergao que una sardina. ¡Te coman los mengues, Mardita la araña Que tié la barriga Pintá una guitarra! Bailando se cura tan jondo doló. ¡Ay! ¡Mal haya la araña que a mí me picó! ENGLISH TRANSLATION: The tarantula's an evil little critter You can't kill it with sticks or with stones For it runs off and hides in corners And it's sting is wicked Ay mother! I don't know what's up with me Only yesterday I went into the threshing barn And now I'm shaking all over. I must have been stung By the nasty tarantula And now I'm really ill. Their blood is so bad May the devils eat one another! To hell with the spider That on it's stomach Has a painted guitar! Dancing is the only cure for this terrible pain. Ay! Curse the spider that stung me! I'm not afraid of thunderbolts or bullets I'm not afraid of the worse things My dad's done to me; He's more handsome than a cockerel But may that critter be struck by a bolt. Ay mother, I've got it bad. I'm getting into one of those sweats That dries you up And gets you all scabby I must have been stung By the nasty tarantula And that's why I'm getting Thinner than a sardine. May the devils eat one another! To hell with the spider That on it's stomach Has a painted guitar! Dancing is the only cure for this terrible pain. Ay! Curse the spider that stung me!