Paroles et traduction Pimpinela - Esa Chica y Yo

Esa Chica y Yo

J Les voy a contar lo que sucedió
En esa fiesta entre esa chica y yo...
Le dije "Hola linda, hablemos de amor..."
Me dijo...
L Nene, vení a bailar rock and roll...
J Me agarró de la corbata y a empujones me sacó a bailar...
L Qué te pasa chiquitito, estás un poco durito, verdad?
Pareces una momia, afloja el cuerpo y luego verás...
J Me tuvo cuatro horas rebotando, me quería matar...
L Sacude más tus huesos, los pasos adelante y atrás,
Te mueves con la gracia del jorobado de Notredame...
J Pasaba el tiempo y no tocaban ni siquiera un tema lento,
Y era imposible hablar de amor con semejante movimiento,
Qué mala suerte señor!
Quería conquistarla y no paraba de bailar rock and roll...
J No quiero interrumpirte, pero tengo que ir al baño, estoy mal...
L Ay, no digas tonterías que esta onda no se puede frenar,
Te estás poniendo blanco, pareces un nene de mamá...
J Qué sufrimiento, si esto no acaba en un minuto estaré muerto,
Señor disk jockey, por su madre ponga usted un tema lento...
DJ No seas idiota bocón!
En esta discoteca solamente se baila rock and roll...
J No sé qué me pasó, pero de pronto empecé a temblar,
La sangre me subía, parecía que iba a reventar,
La gente me miraba y como un loco empecé a gritar...
J Que cante Julio Iglesias!
L No me vengas con esas!
J Quiero a Roberto Carlos!
L Te callas o me largo!
J Que traigan a Los Panchos!
L A ti ya no te aguanto!
J Que venga la Pantoja!
L A ti te ha dado fiebre roja!
J Que griten Pimpinela!
L No, por favor, me da dolor de muelas!
J Rafael Lucho Gatica!
L Voy a ponerte dinamita!
J Quiero que traigan a la Jurado!
L Creo que te has emborrachado!
J Quiero escuchar al Puma!
L Estás más loco que una mula!
J Odio la música ligera!
L Pero yo soy una rockera!
J Qué mala suerte señor!
Me vine yo a ligar justo a la prima de los Rolling Stones...

That Girl and Me

I'm going to tell you what happened
At that party between that girl and me...
I said to her, "Hello beautiful, let's talk about love..."
She said to me...
G Baby, come dance rock and roll...
G She grabbed me by the tie and pulled me out to dance...
G What's wrong with you little boy, you're a bit stiff, aren't you?
You look like a mummy, loosen up your body and you'll see...
G She had me bouncing for four hours, I wanted to kill her...
G Shake your bones more, steps forward and back,
You move with the grace of the hunchback of Notre Dame...
G As time passed, they didn't even play a slow song,
And it was impossible to talk about love with such movement,
What bad luck, sir!
I wanted to conquer her and she didn't stop dancing rock and roll...
G I don't want to interrupt you, but I have to go to the bathroom, I'm sick...
G Oh, don't be silly, this vibe can't be stopped,
You're turning white, you look like a mama's boy...
G What suffering, if this doesn't end in a minute I'll be dead,
Mr. Disk Jockey, for your mother's sake, play a slow song...
DJ Don't be an idiot, loudmouth!
In this disco, we only dance rock and roll...
G I don't know what happened to me, but suddenly I started to tremble,
My blood was rising, I felt like I was going to explode,
People were looking at me and like a madman I started to scream...
G Let Julio Iglesias sing!
G Don't come at me with that!
G I want Roberto Carlos!
G Shut up or I'm leaving!
G Bring on Los Panchos!
G I can't take it anymore!
G Bring on La Pantoja!
G You've got a bad case of fever!
G Let them shout Pimpinela!
G No, please, it gives me a toothache!
G Rafael Lucho Gatica!
G I'm going to blow you up with dynamite!
G I want Jurado to come!
G I think you've gotten drunk!
G I want to hear El Puma!
G You're crazier than a loon!
G I hate light music!
G But I'm a rocker!
G What bad luck, sir!
I came to pick up my cousin from the Rolling Stones...