Paroles et traduction Los Buchones de Culiacán - Se Mamo el Becerro

Se Mamo el Becerro

Iva montado en su cuaco
Lo acompañaba su perro
Se empinaba la botella
Recordaba que en su encierro
Le informaron que en su casa
Casi a diario había un entierro

Nomas pensaba y pensaba
No se explicaba el asunto
Otro trago se abentaba
Regresaba al mismo punto
Como es que habia tanto entierro
Si no habia ningun difunto

Apurando a su caballo
Con las espuelas de hierro
Hiba llegando al corral
Que estaba bajando el cerro
No pudo ordeñar la vaca
Por que se mamo el becerro

Casi llegando a su rancho
Macario tomo un atajo
Habrio la puerta de atras
Se puso verde el carajo
Su compadre estaba arriba
Su mujer estaba abajo

Con el cuchillo en la mano
Sentía que le hervía la sangre
Le corto los dos al bato
Al perro le quito el hambre
Y le dijo a su mujer
Es todo tuyo el compadre

Maldiciendo a su mujer
Macario se fue pa' el cerro
Mentandosela al compadre
Aquel que le puso el cuerno
Supo que de los amigos
El mejor siempre es el perro.

The Calf Got Sucked

I was riding my horse
And my dog was with me
I was drinking from the bottle
Thinking about prison
They told me that in my house
There's a funeral every day

I just kept thinking and thinking
I couldn't figure it out
I drank another shot
I kept coming back to the same thing
How could there be so many funerals
If there wasn't anyone dead

I spurred my horse on
With my iron spurs
I was almost to the corral
That was down the hill
I couldn't milk the cow
Because the calf sucked it

I was almost to my ranch
Macario took a shortcut
He opened the back door
He turned green
His buddy was on top
His wife was on the bottom

With a knife in his hand
He felt his blood boiling
He cut off the guy's balls
He fed them to the dog
And he said to his wife
The buddy is all yours

Cursing his wife
Macario went to the hill
Cursing the buddy
Who had cuckolded him
He realized that of all the friends
The dog is always the best.