Fideos Finos Letra – María Elena Walsh

Voy a contarles lo que había
Entonces en Ramos Mejía
Había olor a tía
Veredas de ladrillo con pastito

Y tras la celosía
Un viejo organillero con monito
Y había por los caminos
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Había un cielo entero
Por donde navegaban las hamacas
Y leche que el lechero
Traía, no en botella sino en vaca

Y había por los caminos
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Había lluvia en tinas
Y patios con ranitas adivinas

Y una gallina clueca
Mirándonos con ojos de muñeca
Y había por los caminos
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Había a cada rato
Un gato navegando en un zapato
Y había en la cocina
Una mamá jugando con harina

Y había por los caminos
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Fideos Finos Lyrics English

I’m going to tell you what
Then in Ramos Mejía
There was smell of aunt
Brick sidewalks with pastito

And after lattice
An old hat with a monkey
And there was on the roads
Many fine noodles

There was a whole sky
Where the hammocks sailed
And milk that the milkman
He brought, not in bottle but in cow

And there was on the roads
Many fine noodles
There was rain on tubs
And patios with guess ranis

And a gallina Clueca
Looking at us with doll eyes
And there was on the roads
Many fine noodles

There was every time
A cat sailing on a shoe
And there was in the kitchen
A mom playing with flour

And there was on the roads
Many fine noodles
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com

María Elena Walsh Lyrics – Fideos Finos

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