Paroles et traduction Armando Palomas - He, He, Tu, Tu

He, He, Tu, Tu

He tirado en el cesto de mis recuerdos,
Una calle una libreta una canción,
Un anillo copas de ginebra fría,
Una blusa una guitarra y un botón,
Y he quemado en la hoguera de las pasiones,
57 besos que nunca he dado,
Un ombligo una arracada y un gemido,
Dos ligueros que nunca pude arrancar,
Y he perdido en una central camionera,
Una lagrima de virgen y un rosario,
Un bolero una mujer y una cartera,
Diez marcas de cada mes del calendario,
Y enterrado en el panteón de mi cabeza,
Una sabana un colchón y una pistola,
Unos besos de saliva con cerveza,
Un borracho una botella y una pianola,
Y asfixiado en el rio de los siete excesos,
Dos palabra de rodillas y un te quiero,
Trece rosas que marchito la costumbre,
Para poder seguir siendo para ti,
Tu resta suma y multiplicación,
Tu gorila tu chango tu chaperón,
Tu taxi tu tren vía y tu camión,
Un tequila tu sangrita y tu limón,
Tu plato tu vaso tu tenedor,
Tu enlaje tu freno tu motor,
Tu chofer o tu piloto aviador,
Tu torero tu toro tu picador,
Tu toalla regadera tu jabón,
Tu comadre tu estilista y peinador,
Tu guitarra tu tali tu trovador,
Tu ambulancia tu cruz roja y tu doctor,
Tu escoba trapeador recogedor,
Tu presi diputado y senador,
Tu diploma tu mención de honor,
Tu rollo blanco negro y a color,
Tu mambo tu merengue cha cha cha,
Tu rumba tu cumbia tu bacacha,
Tu zamba tu hun dai tu rock and roll,
Tu salsa tu jarabe tu danzón,
Tu charro tu armando tu cantautor,
Tu cantina tu vaso tu mas chingon,
Tu muela pa anestecia y tu dolor
Tu seguro y muy seguro reatatata. servidor.
Turupicharacha

He, He, You, You

I tossed in the bin of my memories,
A street, a notebook, a song,
A ring, cold gin and tonic,
A blouse, a guitar, and a button,
And burned in the bonfire of passions,
57 kisses I never gave,
A bellybutton, an earring, and a moan,
Two garters I could never take off,
And lost in a central bus station,
A virgin's tear and a rosary,
A bolero, a woman, and a wallet,
Ten marks from each month of the calendar,
And buried in the mausoleum of my head,
A sheet, a mattress, and a gun,
Some kisses of saliva with beer,
A drunk, a bottle, and a pianola,
And asphyxiated in the river of seven excesses,
Two words on my knees and an I love you,
Thirteen roses withered by habit,
So I could keep being for you,
Your subtraction, sum, and multiplication,
Your gorilla, your monkey, your chaperone,
Your taxi, your train, your road, and your truck,
A tequila, your sangrita, and your lime,
Your plate, your glass, your fork,
Your connection, your brake, your motor,
Your driver or your pilot aviator,
Your bullfighter, your bull, your picador,
Your towel, shower, and soap,
Your gossip, your stylist, and your hairdresser,
Your guitar, your talent, your troubadour,
Your ambulance, your Red Cross, and your doctor,
Your broom, mop, and dustpan,
Your president, deputy, and senator,
Your diploma, your honorable mention,
Your roll, black white and color,
Your mambo, your meringue, cha cha cha,
Your rumba, your cumbia, your bacacha,
Your zamba, your daiquiri, your rock and roll,
Your salsa, your syrup, your danzón,
Your charro, your Armando, your singer-songwriter,
Your bar, your glass, your most badass,
Your tooth for anesthesia and your pain,
Your insurance and very sure reatatata. servant.
Turupicharacha