Lyrics and translation Velandia y La Tigra - El Compadre

El Compadre

Pocos libros le interesan al tipo,
Es mejor dicho un alma, insatisfecho,
Aplíquese con la luz de la tarde
Y con el cielo violeta encaramado en los treinta y cuatro cerros,
De triste ortografía, su mano goza de soltura,
Sin embargo no le alcanza un mes para escribir una carta sublime,
Podríamos acusarlo de sordo, sin embargo oye mas que yo,
Podríamos acusarlo de anónimo, sin embargo tiene fotos en la web,
Es astuto como los perros,
Ustedes no son ustedes y nosotros no somos nosotros dice
Es pesimista, idealista, no cree en nada pero se persigna
Es impotente, sadomasoquista, ninfo-mano de si mismo,
Tacaño! Mas tacaño que tres tacaños,
Es un tipo simpático a pesar de su fea costumbre
De peinarse con manteca,
Hay quienes lo tienen en la mira para padrinazgos.
Compadre, perdóneme por haberle dicho ayer Julio en vez de compadre.
Ayyyy julito, perdóneme por haberle dicho ayer compadre en
Vez de Julio
Compadre ayyayyaa

The Compadre

Few books interest the guy,
He is rather, let's say, a soul, an unhappy soul,
He applies himself in the light of the afternoon
And with the violet sky perched on the thirty-four hills,
With sad spelling, his hand enjoys soltura,
However, a month is not enough for him to write a sublime letter,
We could accuse him of being deaf, yet he hears more than me,
We could accuse him of being anonymous, yet he has photos on the web,
He's cunning like dogs,
You are not yourself and we are not ourselves, he says
He is pessimistic, idealistic, believes in nothing but makes the sign of the cross
He is impotent, sadomasochistic, a nynomaniac of himself,
Stingy! More stingy than three misers,
He is a nice guy despite his ugly habit
Of combing his hair with butter,
There are those who are looking at him to be godparents.
Compadre, forgive me for calling you Julio yesterday instead of compadre.
Ayyyy Julito, forgive me for calling you yesterday compadre in
Instead of Julio
Compadre ayyayyaa