Paroles et traduction Calibre 50 - El Infiernito

El Infiernito

Porta pañales blindados
Flexibles y aguantadores
De pechera usa un babero
Y de miel son los chupones
Pistea pura leche nido
Bien helada en biberones

Aparenta los 5 años
Pero ni acompleta 4
Apenas va a entrar al kinder
Y trae a todos traumados
Pobrecita la maestra

Le van a hacer los mandados
Es un Infiernito andando
Todo el día hace travesuras
No se queda un rato quieto
Con verlo provoca agruras

Y aunque no sale de casa
Pa contar hay aventuras
Quiebra tira y desparpaja
Todo lo que va encontrando
Lo que no aplasta se come

Basura chicles pegados
Parece una aspiradora
No deja nada tirado
Es de muy pocas palabras
Todavía no sabe hablar

Arregla todo en caliente
No entiende que es alegar
El nomás hecha mordidas
Pobre el que lo haga enojar
Rompe todo tira y todo

Ya sea líquidos o polvos
Con un tenedor va y pica
Los enchufes y los hoyos
Y si se encuentra un plumón
Eso si es la perdición
Agugu babai adiós
Se despide el Infiernito
Tráiganle un Gerber de frutas
Y un Bibi bien heladito
Chaka chaka chaka chaka
Aquí acaba el corridito

The Little Hellraiser

He wears armored diapers,
Flexible and enduring,
A bib serves as his chest plate,
And his pacifiers are made of honey.
He guzzles down cold Nido milk,
Chilled in his baby bottles.

He looks about 5 years old,
But he's not even 4,
Just about to start kindergarten,
And he's got everyone traumatized.
Poor teacher,

They'll be running his errands,
He's a walking little hellraiser,
Causing mischief all day long,
He doesn't stay still for a moment,
Just seeing him gives you heartburn.

And even though he doesn't leave the house,
There are still plenty of adventures to tell,
He breaks, throws, and scatters,
Everything he finds,
He eats what he doesn't crush.

Trash, stuck-on gum,
He's like a vacuum cleaner,
He leaves nothing behind,
He's a man of few words,
He still can't talk.

He settles everything with heat,
He doesn't understand what arguing is,
He just bites,
Poor thing that makes him angry,
He breaks and throws everything.

Whether it's liquids or powders,
He goes and pokes with a fork,
The outlets and the holes,
And if he finds a marker,
That's really his downfall.
Agugu babai goodbye,
The little hellraiser says farewell,
Bring him a Gerber fruit puree,
And a nice cold Bibi.
Chaka chaka chaka chaka,
Here ends the little song.