Lyrics and translation La Troba Kung-Fú - María Hernández

María Hernández

María Hernández está sudando,
La calle puede estallar.
María Hernández está bailando,
La calle puede estallar.

Cuando el sol cae a plomo en el este
De la ciudad de Nueva York,
María Hernández, corazón de Bushwick,
Abre sus hydrants pa' sentirse mejor.

Se saca la camisa, juega como una niña,
Se sienta en la escalera, parece dormir.
María tiene los ojos negros,
Si te mirara tendrías que huir.

María tiene corazón sonidero,
Que late, que late,
Que retumba por la calle.
María tiene sinrazón de dinero,
Que bate, que bate,
Con el shopping disparate.
Taladrando con su vaina,
Poniendo a prueba la calma,
Dándole ritmo, pegando la lata.
Este es el groove de barrio,
Camina lento y despacio.

María Hernández está sudando,
La calle puede estallar.
María Hernández está gozando,
La calle puede estallar.

The cars feels sweat,
The caps feels the heat,
The soundsystem knocks the floor,
Too much bass in the car doors.
Too much hit, too much heat.
Hierve la calma en el barrio.
Too much hit, too much heat.
Hierve la calma en el barrio,
Ten cuidado mi hermano.

María tiene
Corazón sonidero
Quando se pone caliente
Hierve Bushwick entero.

María Hernández

Maria Hernandez is sweating,
The street can blow up.
Maria Hernandez is dancing,
The street can blow up.

When the sun shines down in the east
Of New York City,
Maria Hernandez, heart of Bushwick,
Opens her hydrants to feel better.

She takes off her shirt, plays like a little girl,
Sits on the stairs, seems to be sleeping.
Maria has black eyes,
If she looked at you, you'd have to run away.

Maria's heart, that beats like a drum,
That beats, that beats
That echoes through the street.
Maria has no money,
That beats, that beats,
With ridiculous shopping.
Drilling with her pipe,
Testing the calm
Giving it rhythm, banging.
This is the neighborhood groove,
Walks slowly and calmly.

Maria Hernandez is sweating,
The street can blow up.
Maria Hernandez is enjoying herself,
The street can blow up.

The cars feel the sweat,
The caps feel the heat,
The sound system knocks the floor,
Too much bass in the car doors.
Too much hit, too much heat.
The calm in the neighborhood is boiling.
Too much hit, too much heat.
The calm in the neighborhood is boiling,
Be careful, my brother.

Maria has
A drumming heart.
When she gets hot
All of Bushwick boils.