Chavela Vargas - La Lucas (Remastered) - translation of the lyrics into English

Lyrics and translation Chavela Vargas - La Lucas (Remastered)




La Lucas (Remastered)
La Lucas (Remastered)
Por ahí va la chaparrita, cuerpo de uva
That's where the little chap goes, grape body
Va volando como mosco zumbador
He's flying like a buzzing mosco
Va buscando con sus aires de bonita
She's searching with her pretty airs
Al que caiga entre las redes de su amor
To the one who falls between the nets of his love
Por ahí va la chaparrita, cuerpo de uva
That's where the little chap goes, grape body
Va volando como mosco zumbador
He's flying like a buzzing mosco
Va buscando con sus aires de bonita
She's searching with her pretty airs
Al que caiga entre las redes de su amor
To the one who falls between the nets of his love
Con su cara morenita
With her brunette face
Con su facha de bonita
With her pretty face
Y tan linda figurita
And such a cute little figurine
Quién la ve tan seriecita
Who sees her so seriously
Quién la ve tan jovencita
Who sees her so young
Pero le dicen la Lucas (¿Por qué, mi cuate?)
But they tell him the Luke (Why, my cuate?)
Porque es puro vacilón
Because he is pure vacillation
Tiene andadas de torera
He has a bullfighting gait
Tiene arranques de pantera
He has panther fits
Y la prieta marrullera
And the brown-haired prieta
Y es muy rete callejera
And it is very street rete
Y por ser tan parrandera
And for being such a party girl
Todos le dicen la Lucas (¿Por qué, mi cuate?)
Everyone says the Lucas (Why, my cuate?)
Porque es puro vacilón
Because he is pure vacillation
Por ahí va la chaparrita, cuerpo de uva
That's where the little chap goes, grape body
Va volando como mosco zumbador
He's flying like a buzzing mosco
Va buscando con sus aires de bonita
She's searching with her pretty airs
Al que caiga entre las redes de su amor
To the one who falls between the nets of his love
Por ahí va la chaparrita, cuerpo de uva
That's where the little chap goes, grape body
Va volando como mosco zumbador
He's flying like a buzzing mosco
Va buscando con sus aires de bonita
She's searching with her pretty airs
Al que caiga entre las redes de su amor
To the one who falls between the nets of his love
Se cree de mucho copete
He thinks he has a lot of hair.
Y dondequiera se mete
And wherever he gets into
Mira moros con tranchetes
Look at moors with tranchetes
Va criticando a la gente
He criticizes people
Pone cara de inocente
He makes an innocent face
Pero le dicen la Lucas (¿Por qué, mi cuate?)
But they tell him the Luke (Why, my cuate?)
Porque es puro vacilón
Because he is pure vacillation
Es malaya, la malora
It's Malaya, the malora
Es grosera la traidora
The traitor is rude
Y se cree la gran señora
And she thinks she's the great lady
Porque nada se le atora
Because nothing gets stuck
Porque nunca, nunca llora
Because she never, ever cries
Pero le dicen la Lucas (¿Por qué, mi cuate?)
But they tell him the Luke (Why, my cuate?)
Porque es puro vacilón
Because he is pure vacillation






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