Paroles et traduction Molotov - Frijolero

Frijolero

Yo ya estoy hasta la madre
De que me pongan sombrero
Escuche entonces cuando digo
No me llames frijolero
Y aun que exista algún respeto
No metamos las narices
Nunca inflamos la moneda
Haciendo guerra a otros países
Te pagamos con petróleo
O intereses nuestra deuda
Mientras tanto no sabemos
Quien se queda con la feria
Aunque nos hagan la fama
De que somos vendedores
De la droga que sembramos
Ustedes son consumidores
Don't call me gringo, you fuckin' beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
No me digas beaner, Mr. Puñetero
Te sacaré un susto por racista y culero
No me llames frijolero, pinche gringo puñetero
Chingao!
Now I wish I had a dime for every single time
I've gotten stared down for being in the wrong side of town
And a rich man I'd be If I had that kind of chips
Lately I wanna smack the mouths of these racists
Podrás imaginarte desde afuera
Ser un mexicano cruzando la frontera
Pensando en tu familia mientras que pasas
Dejando todo lo que tú conoces atrás
Tuvieras tú que esquivar las balas
De unos cuantos gringos rancheros
Le seguirás diciendo: "good for nothing, wetback"?
Si tuvieras tú, que empezar de cero
Now why don't you look down to where your feet is planted
That U.S. soil that makes you take shit for granted
If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know
That where your feet are planted, would be Mexico
Correcto!?
Don't call me gringo, you fuckin' beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
No me digas beaner, Mr. Puñetero
Te sacaré un susto por racista y culero
No me llames frijolero, pinche gringo puñetero
Don't call me gringo, you fuckin' beaner
Stay on your side of the goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
No me digas beaner, Mr. Puñetero
Te sacaré un susto por racista y culero
No me llames frijolero, pinche gringo
Pinche gringo, qué?
Puñetero!

Beaner

I'm so sick and tired
Of you putting a sombrero on me
Listen up when I say
Don't call me a beaner
And even if there is some respect
Let's not stick our noses in
We never inflated the currency
Waging war on other countries
We pay you with oil
Or interests our debt
In the meantime, we don't know
Who's keeping the change
Even though they give us the reputation
That we're drug dealers
Of the drugs we grow
You are the consumers
Don't call me gringo, you fuckin' beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Don't call me a beaner, Mr. PussyGrabber
I'll scare the shit out of you for being a racist and an asshole
Don't call me a beaner, you fucking gringo asshole
Damn it!
Now I wish I had a dime for every single time
I've gotten stared down for being on the wrong side of town
And a rich man I'd be If I had that kind of chips
Lately I wanna smack the mouths of these racists
Can you imagine from the outside
Being a Mexican crossing the border
Thinking about your family as you pass through
Leaving everything you know behind
You would have to dodge the bullets
Of a few gringo ranchers
Will you still call them: "good for nothing, wetback"?
If you had to, start from scratch
Now why don't you look down to where your feet is planted
That U.S. soil that makes you take shit for granted
If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know
That where your feet are planted, would be Mexico
Right!?
Don't call me gringo, you fuckin' beaner
Stay on your side of that goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Don't call me a beaner, Mr. PussyGrabber
I'll scare the shit out of you for being a racist and an asshole
Don't call me a beaner, you fucking gringo asshole
Don't call me gringo, you fuckin' beaner
Stay on your side of the goddamn river
Don't call me gringo, you beaner
Don't call me a beaner, Mr. PussyGrabber
I'll scare the shit out of you for being a racist and an asshole
Don't call me a beaner, you fucking gringo
You fucking gringo, what?
Pussy grabber!