danza de la mente

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1024px-Vicente_Fernández_-_Pepsi_Center_-_06.11.11My Spanish professor introduced Vicente Fernández’ “Estos Celos” video to our class, last night. He wanted us to pick out all of the words we heard that were in the preterite tense. I caught three, which is pretty pathetic. But to be fair, I was distracted by the video.

The professor asked, after explaining that the song was about jealousy, that “it was a nice little love song, no?” Maybe for a man, but all the women in the class laughed after he asked the question. I’m sure they felt, as I did, that it is incredibly disturbing to see an old man singing a passionate love song about someone who looks like she could be his great-granddaughter. Granted, he has an absolutely gorgeous voice, but seriously?

Vincent Fernández is from Guadalajara, Mexico. He’s also known as El Rey de la Música Ranchera. (The King of Ranchera Music). He is one of the best selling regional artists in Mexico of all time. (He dresses like a mariachi and sings with mariachi bands, but isn’t technically mariachi because he doesn’t play an instrument on stage.)

He has recorded almost 80 albums. His songs have been used in over 30 films. He has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, 3 Grammy Awards and 8 Latin Grammy Awards. He even has buildings and streets named in his honor.

“Estos Celos” was written by Mexican singer-songwriter Joan Sebastian and was released as the lead single on Fernandez’ 79th studio album, Para Siempre (79th!!!!), which was released in 2007.  The album won a Latin Grammy for Best Ranchera Album. (Ranchera preceded Mariachi, but is closely related to it.)

Estos Celos

Te miré,
Estabas tan bonita…
Tan sensual

Te imaginé ajena
Y me hizo mal,
Ay ay amor
¡Ay ay que dolor!

Que tarde comprendí,
Contigo tenia todo
Y lo perdí.

Te miré,
Con tu melena al viento…
Y tu mirar

Y al raz de tu escote tu lunar,
Ay ay amor
¡Ay ay que dolor!

Hoy muero de pensar,
Que no voy a ser yo
El que vas amar.

Estos celos me hacen dado
Me enloquecen
Jamas aprenderé a vivir
Sin ti

Lo peor es que
Muy tarde comprendí, sí, sí
Contigo tenia todo
Y lo perdí
Contigo tenia todo
Y lo perdí

Te miré,
Me confundió el llanto…
Que rodó.
Surgió una esperanza.

Pero no.
No ya no hay amor
¡No y fue mi error!

Y hoy muero de pensar,
Que no voy a ser yo
El que vas amar.

Estos celos me hacen dado
Ne enloquecen
Jamas aprenderé a vivir
Sin ti

Lo peor es que
Muy tarde comprendí, sí, sí
Contigo tenia todo
Y lo perdí
Contigo tenia todo
Y lo perdí

This Jealousy

I looked at you,
You were looking so beautiful…
So sensual

I imagened you with others
And I felt bad,
Oh oh love
Oh oh what pain!

So late I understood,
That with you I had everything
And I lost it.

I looked at you,
With your hair in the wind…
And your look

And the mole on your neckline,
Oh, oh love
Oh, oh what pain!

Today I die of thinking,
That it isn’t going to be me
That you are going to love

This jealousy hurts me
It makes my crazy
I can never learn to live
Without you

The bad thing is that
I understood it too late, yes
With you I had everything
And I lost it
With you I had everything
And I lost it

I looked at you,
The crying confused me…
That rolled (made/shot?)
A serge of hope (hope arose)

But no.
There isn’t love anymore
No, and it was my fault!

And today I die of thinking,
That it isn’t going to be me
That you are going to love

This jealousy hurts me
It makes my crazy
I can never learn to live
Without you

The bad thing is that
I understood it too late, yes
With you I had everything
And I lost it
With you I had everything
And I lost it

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