Paroles et traduction Enrique Díaz - El Rico Cují

El Rico Cují

Conozco un ganadero que tiene mucho ganado
Vende novillos gordos y la plata va es para el banco
Lo mira usted en la casa flaquito como un garrado
Se come una comida y de eso vive apurao
Cuando no encuentra bollo se come fideo vacio
Ese rico hacendado cada dia vive aburrido
Y cuando sale el pueblo es con franela manga e loco
Pantalon reventado y abarcas tres punta
Lo mira usted en la calle flaco como un camaleon
Se le ven las costillas que se le pueden contar
El otro dia sufrio una mala emfermedad
Y yo lo vi bebiendo fue maiz machucao
Ese rico cuji no puede tener virtud
Con la gripa que tiene toma raices de anamu
Le dijo a la mujer que por si acaso se muera
Cortele los mechones pa que no gaste en la vela

Yo lo paso es chequeando para ver si ya murio
Porque a esa viuda rica la voy a conquistar soy yo
No importa que a la viuda le tenga que moler el agua
Porque es que esa riqueza si esta buena es pa gozarla
Al mes de estar con ella que ya la haya conquistado
Le digo oye mijita yo voy a vende un ganado
Yo la dejo cuidando y yo salgo a comprar muchacha
Porque es que yo si se pa que se tiene la plata

Y termino la historia de ese rico hacendado
Se esta muriendo de hambre teniendo tanto ganado
Y termino la historia de ese rico ganadero
Se esta muriendo de hambre teniendo tanto dinero
Y el dia que se muera apurado lleva el cajon
Todo rico cuji debe morirse mejorrr

The Rich Cují

I know a cattle rancher who has a lot of cattle
He sells fat steers and the money goes to the bank
You see him in the house, thin as a stick
He eats one meal and lives off of that in a hurry
When he can't find a bun, he eats dry noodles
That rich landowner lives bored every day
And when he goes out in town, it's with a crazy man's T-shirt
Ripped pants and three-toed sandals
You see him on the street, thin as a chameleon
You can see his ribs, every one
The other day he had a bad illness
And I saw him drinking crushed corn
That rich cuji can't have any virtue
With the flu he has, he takes anamu roots
He told his wife that if he dies
Cut off his locks so he doesn't spend money on the candle

I keep checking on him to see if he's dead yet
Because that rich widow, I'm going to win her over
I don't care if I have to grind the water for the widow
Because that wealth, if she's good, is for enjoying
A month after being with her, once I've won her over
I'll say, hey girl, I'm going to sell some cattle
I'll leave you in charge and I'll go buy some girls
Because I do know what money's for

And I'll end the story of that rich landowner
He's starving to death, with all that cattle
And I'll end the story of that rich cattleman
He's starving to death, with all that money
And the day he dies in a hurry, he'll take the coffin
Every rich cuji should die better