Paroles et traduction Javier Calamaro - El Cacike Marihuano

El Cacike Marihuano

Ahí viene el cacike marihuano,
Sonriendo sin saber,
Como llegó a la ciudad.
Sólo lleva un taparabos
Y la manada se le pega,
Creyendo que es algún chaman...
Y hay un sol del carajo,
Hay un sol del carajo,
Hay un sol del carajo,
Hay un sol...
Mientras vé pasar los autos
En una esquina de Lugano,
Una voz le grita rastaman.
La manada corta mambo
Lo rodea y lo está internando
Con todo el rollo existencial,
Y hay un sol del carajo
Hay un sol del carajo
Hay un sol del carajo
Hay un sol...
Y hay un sol del carajo
Hay un sol del carajo,
Hay un sol del carajo,
Hay un sol...
Lo tienen acorralado,
Y el cacike solo está pensando,
En escapar de la ciudad.
Y sale, volando a cualquier lado
Con el bocho enrroscado
En pensamientos sin final.
Y hay un sol del carajo,
Hay un sol del carajo,
Hay un sol del carajo,
Hay un sol...
Y hay un sol del carajo...

The Marijuana Chief

Here comes the marijuana chief,
Smiling without knowing,
How he got to the city.
He only wears a loincloth
And the pack sticks to him,
Believing he is some shaman...
And there is a fucking sun,
There is a fucking sun,
There is a fucking sun,
There is a sun...
As he sees the cars pass by
On a street corner in Lugano,
A voice calls out to him rastaman.
The pack cuts mambo
Surrounds him and is interning him
With the whole existential roll,
And there is a fucking sun
There is a fucking sun
There is a fucking sun
There is a sun...
And there is a fucking sun
There is a fucking sun,
There is a fucking sun,
There is a sun...
They have him cornered,
And the chief is only thinking,
About escaping from the city.
And he leaves, flying to anywhere
With his head screwed up
In endless thoughts.
And there is a fucking sun,
There is a fucking sun,
There is a fucking sun,
There is a sun...
And there is a fucking sun...