Lyrics and translation SFDK - La Amalgama (Directo)

La Amalgama (Directo)

Una tarde de mucha calo'
Castiga'os por el Sol, comenzó la historieta
Sea la S, la Z, o la C
Como usted puede ver pa' mí es la misma letra
Me dijeron "Vente pa' Madrid"
Pa' casarle juguito al poeta
Decidí que'arme por aquí
Del cabreo que cogí les birlé una maleta
Boca'illo de pan con Nocilla
Un plato de arroz, muchos años de hambruna
Dedicarme a lo que me gustaba y hacerlo en Sevilla
Esa fue mi fortuna
Al ejército claro que no
Yo quería levantarme a la una
Escribía canciones en vez de estudiar
Y un día la música mía acabó con la ayuna
Nada me resta, todo me suma
Voy a la tele y me llevo un buen pluma
Mira tú esta, qué inoportuna
¿Cómo se atreve? ¿Qué es lo que fuma?
Comente que si alguna cosa que no me se entienda me la subtitula
Le pregunto "¿De a'onde tú eres?"
Contesta orgullosa "que de Extremadura"
Que alguien lo grabe y lo suba al YouTube
Viralice esta puta locura
No te piden que castellanices
Te daba en el coco desde criatura
Y te dicen que tú no hablas bien
Y la tele también te censura
Presenta un programa hablando en andaluz
Que ya verás tú qué poquito te dura
Tierra de alma y duende
Y de hombre grandes
Maque'ao a las 4 'la tarde
Aparece el señor que parece un marqués
De repente el bigote le arde
Ve el termómetro: 43
Con los huevos a punto 'e cocerse
Esconderse a la sombra es en balde
Ahora entiende a qué viene la siesta
La gente no ronda, en la calle no hay naide
Acurruca'o al fresquito del aire
Después de comer y sin na' por encima
Un hombre no se hace en la mili
Un hombre se hace a su clima
Una chica que tiene una cita
Se pone nerviosa y avisa a su prima
Pero porque alguien se exprese mejor
No tiene mejor corazón, díselo a tu sobrina
Hace un calor del carajo, ponte algo por encima
Se van a caer to' los palos 'el sombrajo
Cuando entro detrás a impartir disciplina
Jugar con palabras e' mi tajo
No tengo a nadie por encima
Ellos no sabrán ni escribir
Pero fíjate en mí, el lenguaje es quién me domina
No me digas tú lo dura que es la vida
Todo el rato cuesta arriba sin debito para na'
Te imaginas que acortando las palabras
Y comiéndote lo que diga te sobra tiempo al final
Quién se ha tira'o de cabeza a la piscina
Quien lo haga que me siga que no va pasarle na'
Yo lo hago con mi niña, sus amigas
Con las S que me como me dará tiempo a jugar
Que levante el que quiera currar en un curro que no es vocación
Que se acabar el jornal y no te da pa' pagar
Yo por eso me da que elegí la canción
Que me acusen de flojo, da igual
No me encojo ni encajo trabajar
Lo que digan de mí "Tralala"
En mi sofá estoy como un marajá
Él vino en un barco de nombre español
Aunque en verdad era un tipo extranjero
Trajo el tabaco rubio que robó
Y lo probamos nosotros primero
Luego Marruecos, hachís ofreció
Es cosa lógica que lo mezclemos
Di no a la guerra y sí al amor
Hagámoslo juntos y fumemos
Hacia Belén va una burra
Cargada de chocolate
Lleva su chocolatero, ¡Ring, ring!
Un teléfono que late
Y esa ruta ya me la sé yo
Y esa ruta ya me la sé yo
Una mula que ha baja'o del monte
Carga' 'e chocolate que va pa'l peñón
Y esa ruta ya me la sé yo
Y esa ruta ya me la sé yo
Una mula que ha baja'o del monte
Carga' 'e chocolate que va pa'l peñón
Y esa ruta ya me la sé yo
Y esa ruta ya me la sé yo (Y esa ruta que lleva ritmos andaluces)
Una mula que ha baja'o del monte
Carga' 'e chocolate que va pa'l peñón (Mismo cielo, mismas estrellas)
Y esa ruta ya me la sé yo
Y esa ruta ya me la sé yo (Alberto García)
Una mula que ha baja'o del monte (A las cuerdas del sitar)
Carga' 'e chocolate que va pa'l peñón (Rubio)
Y esa ruta ya me la sé yo (¿Qué es lo que tenemos ahí?)
Tenemos al duende
Y el cante y la escritura
Cuando el sol se esconde
Me quejo a la Luna

The Amalgam (Live)

One scorching afternoon,
Punished by the sun, the story began.
Whether it's S, Z, or C,
As you can see, baby, for me it's all the same letter.
They told me, "Come to Madrid,"
To squeeze some juice out of the poet.
I decided to stay put,
Out of anger, I swiped a suitcase from them.
A sandwich with Nocilla,
A plate of rice, many years of hunger.
To dedicate myself to what I loved and do it in Seville,
That was my fortune.
The army? Hell no,
I wanted to wake up at one.
I wrote songs instead of studying,
And one day my music ended the fast.
Nothing subtracts, everything adds up.
I go on TV and take a nice pen.
Look at this one, how inopportune,
How dare she? What is she smoking?
She comments that if there's something I don't understand, she'll subtitle it for me.
I ask her, "Where are you from?"
She proudly replies, "From Extremadura."
Someone record this and upload it to YouTube,
Make this crazy shit go viral.
They don't ask you to speak Castilian,
They've been hitting your head since you were a kid.
And they tell you that you don't speak well,
And TV also censors you.
Host a show speaking Andalusian,
You'll see how little it lasts.
Land of soul and spirit,
And of great men.
Baked at 4 in the afternoon,
The man who looks like a marquis appears.
Suddenly his mustache burns,
He sees the thermometer: 43.
With his balls about to cook,
Hiding in the shade is in vain.
Now he understands what the siesta is for.
People don't roam, there's no one on the street.
Snuggling up to the cool air,
After eating and with nothing on top.
A man isn't made in the military,
A man is made in his climate.
A girl who has a date,
Gets nervous and calls her cousin.
But just because someone expresses themselves better,
Doesn't mean they have a better heart, tell your niece.
It's damn hot, put something on.
All the sticks are gonna fall from the shade,
When I come in to impart discipline.
Playing with words is my job,
I have no one above me.
They wouldn't even know how to write,
But look at me, language is my master.
Don't tell me how hard life is,
Always uphill with no debit for anything.
Imagine if by shortening words,
And eating what you say, you end up with more time.
Who's jumped headfirst into the pool?
Whoever does, follow me, nothing's gonna happen.
I do it with my girl, her friends,
With the S's I eat, I'll have time to play.
Let those who want to work in a job that's not their calling raise their hands,
Let the workday end and you don't have enough to pay.
That's why I think I chose the song,
Let them accuse me of being lazy, I don't care.
I don't shrink or fit into work,
Whatever they say about me, "Tralala".
On my sofa, I'm like a maharaja.
He came in a boat with a Spanish name,
Although he was actually a foreigner.
He brought the blond tobacco he stole,
And we tried it first.
Then Morocco offered hashish,
It's logical that we mix it.
Say no to war and yes to love,
Let's do it together and smoke.
A donkey is going to Bethlehem,
Loaded with chocolate.
It carries its chocolate maker, Ring, ring!
A phone that beats.
And I already know that route,
And I already know that route.
A mule that has come down from the mountain,
Loaded with chocolate that goes to the rock.
And I already know that route,
And I already know that route.
A mule that has come down from the mountain,
Loaded with chocolate that goes to the rock.
And I already know that route,
And I already know that route (And that route that carries Andalusian rhythms).
A mule that has come down from the mountain,
Loaded with chocolate that goes to the rock (Same sky, same stars).
And I already know that route,
And I already know that route (Alberto García).
A mule that has come down from the mountain (To the strings of the sitar),
Loaded with chocolate that goes to the rock (Rubio).
And I already know that route (What do we have there?).
We have the elf,
And the singing and the writing.
When the sun hides,
I complain to the Moon.