El Espejo
Ramón Ayala y Sus Bravos del Norte Lyrics
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La tarde que frente a ti pasaba
Con tristesa oi que te desian
Que baja esta callendo tu mirada
Yo se que mi cariño has despreciado
Mil hombres te ofrecen sus riquesas
Yo solo un corazon casi postrero
Las nubes por el cielo van llorando
Las aves van cantando mi tristeza
Solo tu de mi ya ni te acuerdas
Porque yo estoy hundido en la pobreza
Solo tu de mi ya no te acuerdas porque yo estoy hundido en la pobreza
Ya casi ni recuerdo quien me dijo
Cuidado no vayas a humillarte
Tal vez fueron palabras de mi madre
Palabras de un cariño que no podria engañarme
Collares de perlas te habran dado
Dinero y amor segun parece
Yo espero que el espejo te defraude
Al fin que la pobreza no embejese
Las nubes por el cielo van llorando
Las aves van cantando mi tristeza
Solo tu de mi ya ni te acuerdas
Porque yo estoy hundido en la pobreza
Solo tu de mi ya no te acuerdas porque yo estoy hundido en la pobreza
The lyrics of Ramón Ayala y Sus Bravos del Norte's song El Espejo paint a picture of a woman surrounded by friends, as the singer sadly observes her lowering her gaze. He knows that she has rejected his love, and that many other wealthy men offer her their riches. However, he only has a nearly broken heart to give her, as he is sunk in poverty. The imagery of the clouds crying and birds singing express his sadness, and he wonders if the woman even remembers him or cares about his plight, while hoping that the mirror will reveal the emptiness of her opulence.
The lyrics of El Espejo tackle themes that are common in classic ranchera music, such as love, heartbreak, and social status. The singer laments the unrequited love that he has for the woman, who seems to prefer wealth and comfort over true affection, as he cannot offer her much besides his devotion. The phrase "porque yo estoy hundido en la pobreza" (because I am sunk in poverty) is repeated throughout the song, highlighting the social and economic divide that separates the singers. The mention of the mother's warning not to humiliate oneself suggests that the singer's social background or upbringing may not allow him to aspire to the woman's level of luxury, leading to a sense of inferiority that underlies the lyrics.
Line by Line Meaning
Rodeada de amigas te encontrabas
You were surrounded by friends
La tarde que frente a ti pasaba
As the afternoon went by
Con tristeza oí que te decían
I sadly heard them tell you
Que baja esta cayendo tu mirada
That your gaze has lowered
Yo se que mi cariño has despreciado
I know that you have rejected my love
Mil hombres te ofrecen sus riquezas
Thousands of men offer you their wealth
Yo solo un corazón casi postrero
I am left with a nearly broken heart
Porque yo estoy hundido en la pobreza
Because I am deeply impoverished
Las nubes por el cielo van llorando
The clouds in the sky are crying
Las aves van cantando mi tristeza
As the birds sing along with my sadness
Solo tu de mi ya ni te acuerdas
You no longer remember me
Porque yo estoy hundido en la pobreza
Because I am deeply impoverished
Solo tu de mi ya no te acuerdas porque yo estoy hundido en la pobreza
You don't remember me anymore, because I am deeply impoverished
Ya casi ni recuerdo quien me dijo
I can barely remember who told me
Cuidado no vayas a humillarte
To be careful not to humiliate myself
Tal vez fueron palabras de mi madre
Perhaps they were my mother's words
Palabras de un cariño que no podria engañarme
Words of a love that could never deceive me
Collares de perlas te habrán dado
You may have been given pearl necklaces
Dinero y amor segun parece
Money and love, it would seem
Yo espero que el espejo te defraude
I hope the mirror disappoints you
Al fin que la pobreza no embelese
After all, poverty is not attractive
Writer(s): Paulino Vargas
Contributed by Jacob I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@luisaronmontoyalinan2302
Esto es buena música
@emigdioarzola3990
Que chulada de canción
@sereepm
Pero que chulada oiga no hay mal que dure 100 años animo mi gente y salud aqui con puras cartas blanca y arriba el norte oiga Yayai
@joseangelbarrigamejia1005
No hay mal que dure 100 años, ni pendejo que lo aguante
O cómo era?
Puro Michoacán, compadrito
@YolandaPerez-by7ee
Una de mis favoritas😍
@pedromartinez819
Esta es un canción, como decia mi abuela, de amor y fuertes chingadasos, para puro adolorido
@iridianpiza3575
Lo mejor de lo mejor
@user-bj1zo5lm3x
Viva los bravos de ramon ayala
@leopoldoloows8616
amo mi musica
@rodolforodriguez4826
la musica de ayer, obra de arte, la musica de hoy en dia usted pongale nombre