Paroles et traduction Mala Fama - Pocos Quedan

Pocos Quedan

En la banda quedan pocos
Ya nos guardaron a dos.
Otro se caso a la fuerza
Y a vos te fue peor.
Que pronto salgan mis amigos,
Pobre del que se caso.
Y un minuto de silencio...
Para vos q te hiciste, gorra buchón.
Para vos q te hiciste, gorra buchón.
Ahora sos, cabeza de tortuga,
Y me queres cortar la fuga.
Ahora usas, ropa prestada,
La vagancia no te quiere por ser gorra y buchon.
Vos usas ropa prestada y tenes alma de buchon.
Ahora sos, cabeza de tortuga,
Y me queres cortar la fuga.
Ahora usas ropa prestada,
Que amarga q es tu vida y q feo debe ser,
Que te pongas una gorra y te la vuelen dos por tres.
En la banda quedan pocos
Ya nos guardaron a dos.
Tres estan "sopres" y el gato,
Que teníamos, ya se nos casó.
Que en paz descancen mis amigos,
Pobre el gato que se casó.
Y un minuto de silencio...
Para vos q te hiciste, gorra buchón.
Para vos q te hiciste gorra buchón.
Ahora sos, cabeza de tortuga,
Y me queres cortar la fuga.
Ahora usas, ropa prestada,
La vagancia no te quiere por ser gorra y buchon.
Vos usas ropa prestada y tenes alma de buchon.
Ahora sos, cabeza de tortuga,
Y me queres cortar la fuga.
Ahora usas ropa prestada,
Que amarga q es tu vida y q feo debe ser,
Que te pongas una gorra y te la vuelen dos por tres.

Only a Few Are Left

There are only a few of us left in the gang.
We've already lost two.
Another got married under pressure.
And you got it the worst.
May my friends get out soon,
Poor guy who got married.
And a moment of silence...
For you who became a snitch.
For you who became a snitch.
Now you're a slowpoke,
And you want to ruin my escape.
Now you wear borrowed clothes,
The gang doesn't want you because you're a snitch.
You wear borrowed clothes and you have a snitch's soul.
Now you're a slowpoke,
And you want to ruin my escape.
Now you wear borrowed clothes,
How bitter your life is and how bad it must be,
To put on a cap and have it blown off in a second.
There are only a few of us left.
We've already lost two.
Three are informants and our cat,
He got married.
May my friends rest in peace,
Poor cat who got married.
And a moment of silence...
For you who became a snitch.
For you who became a snitch.
Now you're a slowpoke,
And you want to ruin my escape.
Now you wear borrowed clothes,
The gang doesn't want you because you're a snitch.
You wear borrowed clothes and you have a snitch's soul.
Now you're a slowpoke,
And you want to ruin my escape.
Now you wear borrowed clothes,
How bitter your life is and how bad it must be,
To put on a cap and have it blown off in a second.