Paroles et traduction Lorenzo De Monteclarò - La Pérsica (En Vivo Desde el Palenque de Hermosillo Sonora)

La Pérsica (En Vivo Desde el Palenque de Hermosillo Sonora)

Ya sabes brother que yo quiero a tu sister
Pero tu mother me encandiló a tu father,
Y pushin back para mi que fue tu dar
Y que me da en toditita la gran torre
Vaya cuñado, la vez que me dejo
Por ese bonshe que tienes como hermana
Por esa baby yo rondaré tu house
Aunque me ponchen las llantas de my car.

El bilingüe también quiere que gocemos de la vida
Y bailemos enseguida está cumbia a todo dar.

La Pérsica

Tú eres pura cirugía plástica
De cera es tu forma anatómica,
No digas Que eres dama aristocrática
Te traje de una tribu Que andaba nómada.

Recuerda que eras vieja y muy tetrica
Que odiabas tu figura cadavérica,
Pagando tus ingertos y tu estética
Gaste una fortuna estratosférica.

Hoy con tu cuerpo atlético
Te crees campeona olímpica,
Presumes que es auténtico
Es pura petroquímica.

Queriendo armar en Mexico
Mis franques de romántica,
Te inflé con el cosmético
Y ahora estás tan arquica
Te convertiste en pérsica.

Te traje un busto órgano epidermico
Tú estabas más negrita que las de África,
Te traje un cuerpecito hecho en Pénjamo
Un cuello brasileño hecho en Brasilia.

Con tu nuevo perfil grecoromanico
Me quieres dar mordidas económicas,
Haciéndome enojar traigo al mecánico
Que te vuelva a quitar las partes bionicas.

Oí que te crees atómica
Y te salieron ínfulas,
Presumes que es auténtico
Es pura petroquímica.

La operación quirúrgica
Te puso bellas prótesis
Recuerda que eres rústica
Recuerda que eres rústica
No estatua de la Acrópolis

La Pérsica (Live from the Hermosillo Sonora Palenque)

You know, brother, I love your sister
But your mother dazzled me to your father,
And pushin back for me, that was your gift
And it gives me in the whole big tower
Come on, brother-in-law, the time you let me
For that party that you have as a sister
For that baby I'll patrol your house
Even though they punch the tires of my car.

The bilingual also wants us to enjoy life
And let's dance right now, this cumbia, all night long.

The Peach

You are pure plastic surgery
Your anatomical shape is wax,
Don't say you're a high-class lady
I brought you from a tribe that was nomadic.

Remember that you were old and very gloomy
That you hated your cadaveric figure,
Paying for your transplants and your aesthetics
I spent a fortune stratospheric.

Today with your athletic body
You think you're an Olympic champion,
You show off that it's authentic
It's pure petrochemistry.

Wanting to arm in Mexico
My bonds of romance,
I inflated you with the cosmetic
And now you're so old fashioned
You became a peach.

I brought you a bust organ epidermic
You were blacker than those in Africa,
I brought you a little body made in Pénjamo
A Brazilian neck made in Brasilia.

With your new Greco-Roman profile
You want to give me financial bites,
Making me angry, I'll bring the mechanic
To remove the bionic parts from you again.

I heard you think you're atomic
And you've got a bit of a swelled head,
You show off that it's authentic
It's pure petrochemistry.

The surgical operation
Put beautiful prostheses on you
Remember that you are rustic
Remember that you are rustic
Not a statue from the Acropolis