Bien Pulenta - Juan d'Arienzo y Su Orquesta Típica traduction en anglais

Bien Pulenta

Estoy hecho en el ambiente de muchachos calaveras,
Entre guapos y malandras me hice taura pa′ tallar,
Me he jugado sin dar pifia en bulines y carpetas,
Me enseñaron a ser vivo muchos vivos de verdad.
No me gustan los boliches que las copas charlan mucho
Y entre tragos se deschava lo que nunca se pensó.
Yo conozco tantos hombres que eran vivos y eran duchos
Y en la cruz de cuatro copas se comieron un garrón.
Yo nunca fui shusheta
De pinta y fulería,
Y sé lo que es jugarse
La suerte a una baraja
Si tengo un metejón.
Le escapo a ese chamuyo
Fulero y confidente
De aquéllos que se sienten
Amigos de ocasión.
Yo soy de aquellas horas
Que laten dentro 'el pecho,
De minas seguidoras,
De hombres bien derechos
Tallando tras cartón.
Siempre sé tener conducta por más contra que me busquen,
Aunque muchos se embalurden que soy punto pa′ currar,
Ando chivo con la yuta porque tengo mi rebusque
Y me aguanto cualquier copo con las cartas que me dan.
No me gusta avivar giles que después se me hacen contra,
Acostumbro escuchar mucho, nunca fui conversador.
Y aprendí desde purrete que el que nace calavera
No se tuerce con la mala, ni tampoco es batidor.
Letra: Carlos Waiss

Bien Pulenta

I was made in the atmosphere of naughty boys,
Among guapos and malandras, I became brave enough to carve,
I played without making a mistake in gambling dens and on carpets,
Many real hustlers taught me to be smart.
I don't like the boliches where the drinks talk too much
And between drinks, they reveal what was never thought.
I know so many men who were smart and skilled,
And they got screwed on the cross of four drinks.
I was never a shusheta
Of paint and nonsense,
And I know what it's like to play
Luck at cards
If I have a bug.
I escape that chamuyo
Cheeky and confidant
Of those who feel
Friends of convenience.
I am from those hours
That beat inside the chest,
Of follower mines,
Of very upright men
Carving behind cardboard.
I always know how to behave, no matter how much they try to find me,
Even though many mess up with me, I'm a point to steal from,
I'm on the lookout for the cops because I have my hustle,
And I put up with any blow with the cards they give me.
I don't like to liven up fools who later become against me,
I usually listen a lot, I was never a talker.
And I learned from a young age that he who is born a badass
Doesn't get twisted with the bad, nor is he a beater.
Lyrics: Carlos Waiss