Paroles et traduction Antonio Aguilar - La Mal Sentada

La Mal Sentada

¡Ay, pelaos!
Esta se llama: la mal sentadota
Una que se creiba mucho, se creía la mamá de los pollitos
Ella decía: "de que los hay, los hay
El trabajo es dar con ellos", pero le fallo el tiro

Tú ya te crees, mamá de los pollitos
Si te crees pastel con mermelada
Sin saber que amores de tu clase
Yo si se los mando hasta Chihuahua

¡Ay, vieja!
Válgame Dios, te crees muy chicha
No llegas ni a agua de calabaza

Yo sin saber que eras mujer paseada
Te adoré con todo el cuerpo y alma
Te pasie gastando mi fierrada, ¡por menso!
Y pa' mí, que tú no vales nada

Engañosa, llegates del rancho y te polviabas los cachetes con papel de china colorao
Descubrites que había bilet
Y dijite: "aquí le hago", y ahí anda una bola de bueyes como mosquero
Te salió el tiro por la culata, acá con Miguel
Además habladora, no te callas ni con polvorones

Cuando te vi, te vi muy mal sentada
Y pensé que era tu minifalda
Sin saber que estaba equivocado porque tú
Tú ya sabias tu maña

La traibas escondida
En el brasier, como el en el rancho que se meten las monedas
Ahí metiste mis secretos, ingrata

Y ja, ja, ja, ¿por qué te he de rogar?
Y ja, ja, ja, tú me haces carcajear
Permíteme carcajear aunque se me tuerza el belfo
Y ja, ja, ja, mejor lárgate ya
Mujeres de tu clase, las mando yo a volar

¡Ay, mamacita!
Ay, no se puede chiflar y comer pinole, vieja
Y no se puede recoger y andar en la procesión
Y tu andabas siempre hay con la cola levantada, Dios te va a castigar

Cuando te vi, te vi muy mal sentada y pensé
Que era tu minifalda, ¡si no usabas nada!
Y sin saber que estaba equivocado
Porque tú, tú ya sabias tu maña, ay

Y ja, ja, ja, ¿por qué te he de rogar?
Y ja, ja, ja, tú me haces carcajear, ¡ja, ja, jo, jo!
Y ja, ja, ja, mejor lárgate ya
Muchachas de tu clase, las mando yo a volar
¡Adiós, vieja!

The One Who Sits Badly

Hey, guys!
This one is called: the one who sits badly
One who thought herself as very important, she thought herself as the mother of the chickens
She'd say: "If there are any, there are any
The work is finding them," but it backfired on her

You think yourself as the mother of the chickens
If you think yourself to be a cake with jam
Not knowing that for women of your kind
I can send them even to Chihuahua

Oh, girl!
God, you think yourself to be a tough cookie
You're not even worth pumpkin water

I didn't know that you were a tramp
I adored you with all my heart and soul
I paraded you around spending my hard-earned money, what an idiot I was!
And for me, you're worth nothing

You cheat, you came from the countryside and you would powder your cheeks with colored tissue paper
You found out that I had money
And I told you: "Here, take it," and now there's a whole bunch of fools around you like flies
It backfired on you, with Miguel here
On top of that, you're a chatterbox, you won't shut up even with sweets

When I first saw you, I saw that you were sitting very badly
And I thought it was your miniskirt
Not knowing that I was wrong because you
You already knew your trick

You hid it
In your bra, like in the countryside where they hide coins
That's where you hid my secrets, you ungrateful

And ha, ha, ha, why should I beg you?
And ha, ha, ha, you make me laugh
Let me laugh even if it twists my lips
And ha, ha, ha, you better get going now
Women of your kind, I make them fly away

Oh, honey!
You can't whistle and eat pinole at the same time, girl
And you can't take part and walk in the procession
And you were always walking around with your tail up, God is going to punish you

When I first saw you, I saw that you were sitting very badly and I thought
It was your miniskirt, you weren't wearing anything!
And not knowing that I was wrong
Because you, you already knew your trick, oh

And ha, ha, ha, why should I beg you?
And ha, ha, ha, you make me laugh, ha, ha, ho, ho!
And ha, ha, ha, you better get going now
Girls of your kind, I make them fly away
Goodbye, girl!