Paroles et traduction Jackita - Pibe Cantina / La Cumbia de los Trapos

Pibe Cantina / La Cumbia de los Trapos

Cumbia villera y no la hace cualquiera
Jackita
Cumbias
Argentina México uruguay y Paraguay
Lo bailan con jackita
La única y original
En los pasillos de la villa se comenta
Que pibe cantina
Se gano la lotería ya no pasea con su bici des pintada
No usa su gorra
Ni zapatilla desatacas
Y que viste elegante todos los ven
Luciendo sus roles ese pibe anda bien
Pibe cantina
De que te la das
Si sos un laucha .borracho.y alargan
Las pibas del barrio te gritan al pasar
Dale washin sacanos a pasear
Escuchaa
Y esto es la cumbia de los trapos
Para vos monito
Con musho respeto en thu Menoría
Este es mi homenaje
Vamos las pibas
Con jackita
Se bien el fin de semana todos a la cancha vamos a ir
Esta todo preparado
El bombo y el trapo para salir
Al equipo que tiene mas aguante yo llevo dentro del corazón
Saltando
Cantando
Tendido a los trapos
Dejamos el alma en el tablon
Borracho yo voy cantando
Con mi amigo voy festejando un triunfo mas
Loca soy por mi trapo
Te sigo a muerte por donde vas
Por que la vuelta queremos dar
Queremos dar
Por que cumbiera no se hace
Cumbiera se nace
Sigan aprendiendoe
Dale el adri music

Pibe Cantina / Rag Song Cumbia

Cumbia villera that's just right
Jackita
Cumbias
Argentina Mexico Uruguay and Paraguay
Dance with Jackita
The one and only
In the alleys of the barrio, it is said
That neighborhood boy
Won the lottery; no longer rides his beat-up bike
Doesn't wear his cap
Or frayed sneakers
And everyone sees him clad in elegance
Flaunting his rollies, that boy's doing well
Neighborhood boy
What's gotten into you?
You're a rat, a drunk, a swindler
The neighborhood girls shout at you as you pass
Come on, sugar, take us for a ride
Listen
And this is the Cumbia of the Rags
For you, my dear
With much respect in your Menory
This is my tribute
Here we go girls
With Jackita
I know that this weekend, we'll all go to the game
Everything's ready
The drum and the rags are ours to unfurl
The team that has the most stamina, I carry in my heart
Jumping
Singing
Unfurling the rags
We leave our souls on the bleachers
Drunk, I go singing
With my friend, we celebrate another triumph
I'm crazy about my rag
I follow you to the death, wherever you go
Because we want to turn it around
We want to turn it around
Because you don't become a cumbiera
You're born a cumbiera
Keep learning
Come on, the adri music