Paroles et traduction La Vela Puerca - Pedro - En Vivo en el Luna Park

Pedro - En Vivo en el Luna Park

Bueno, vamos a invitar a otro amigo al escenario
Yo la verdad siempre tengo que presentar
Palabras no tengo, adjetivos sobran, pero no lo representan
No puedo presentarlo más yo
Se creyó lo de las luces, Luna Park, 8 mil personas aplaudiéndolo, miradlo
Lo decidí
Quiero ser famoso, ayúdenme

Para populares

Para Bosé

Pedro consiguió laburo, gana bien, pasa reduro
Está de fiesta y no puede creer
Que la gente le sonríe por una vez en la vida
Junta escoria en el bolsillo a mil

Piensa con la cabeza baja de cuando era una baraja
Superboca de mi barrio y más
Ahora no se siente pobre, tiene mina, tiene cobre
Y ya no me quiere hablar jamás

Y pensar que era bueno
Tomarla y volverse a callar
Y saber que ahora es feo
Sentirse como los demás, los demás, los demás, los demás, los demás

Yo le dije: "vato loco, no corras, andá de a poco
Porque un día te podés caer"
Y se la pasa preguntando
"Lo que tengo no está dando, quiero fama para envejecer"

Pero Pedro no hizo caso y pa' no agobiar de paso
Puso un chango por Libertador (¡puso un chango!)
Y por tratar mal a la gente, se enojó, lo mandó al frente
Y en la cárcel entregó su honor

Y pensar que era bueno
Tomarla y volverse a callar
Y saber que ahora es feo
Sentirse como los demás, los demás, los demás, los demás, los demás

Agosto
Perra
Agosto
Perra
Agosto
Perra
Agosto
¡Perra!

¡Peh-peh!
Imponente
Disculpa, ¿estuve bien o no?

Peter - Live from the Luna Park

Well, now we are going to invite another friend to the stage
Truth is I always have to introduce
I don't have words, qualifiers are plenty, but they don't represent him
I can't introduce him anymore
He swallowed the limelight, Luna Park, 8,000 people applauding him, look at him
I've decided
I want to be famous, help me

For the popular ones

For Bosé

Peter got a job, earns well, works hard
He is in a party and can't believe it
That people smile at him for once in his life
He collects so much trash in his pocket

He thinks with his head down as when he was a deck of cards
A big mouth in my neighborhood and more
Now he doesn't feel poor, has a girl, has money
And doesn't want to talk to me anymore

Just think he was good
To take it and be quiet
And know that now it is ugly
To feel like the others, the others, the others, the others, the others

I told him: "Crazy man, don't run, go slowly
Because one day you can fall"
And he keeps asking
"What I have is not enough, I want fame to grow old with it"

But Peter didn't listen and so as not to overwhelm us
He put on a show on Libertador (He put on a show!)
And for mistreating people, he got angry, he turned him in
And in prison he surrendered his honor

Just think he was good
To take it and be quiet
And know that now it is ugly
To feel like the others, the others, the others, the others, the others

August
Bitch
August
Bitch
August
Bitch
August
Bitch!

Heh-heh!
Impressive
Excuse me, was I good or not?