Paroles et traduction Willie Colón - Cayo Condon

Cayo Condon

Lugar del ambiente, un sitio de gente con distincion
Dos tragos y medio le bastan a Pedro pa'entrar en calor
Le cae a Mariá es más divertida del Clan bebedor
Le ofrese dos trago sabiendo el relajo que causa el alcohol
Mariá con su romantisismo le dice a Pedro con cariño
No, no, no
Llevame a la playa no lleves pal matadero
Date cuenta que no soy cordero y llevame a la playa
Lugar del deseo la arena mojada de cayo condon
Dos besos y medio le bastan a pedro pa la ebullicion
Termina ay Mariá la mas inflameble no alcanza el amor
Y pedro se quiere enterrar en la arena de cayo condon
Mariá con su final herido le dice a Pedro por cumplido
No, no, no
Llevame a mi casa no me sirves como compañero
No me vuelas a invitar de nuevo y llevame a mi casa
Coro#1:
Esta es la historia de cayo condon
No le dio tiempo a ponerse el sonbrero
Pobre Pedrito todo el mundo se entero que es bien rapidito
Coro#1:
Oye mi amigo un cosejo
Si no tienes balas no vallas tan lejos
Coro#1:
Con tanto guille de superman
Y resulto que no dio pa'na'
Coro#1:
Pedro ahora esta desconsolao,
O desmallao' pusiste un huevo
Oye Pedro si no va a cocinar pa que calienta el fogon a pa, pa
Cuchi pu ma na ma
Eres, tú cuchi pu ma na ma
Eres, tú cuchi pu ma na ma
Eres tú, cuchi cu ma na ma
Eres tú
Coro#1:
Pobre Mariá tan romantica
Penso que iba a ser su noche fantastica
Coro#1:
No le dio tiempo de hacer un aguaje
Salio mas veloz que Speedy González
Coro#1:
Eh perro que ladra a guajero
Cuchi cu ma na ma embustero
Coro#1:
Y tu nena no te rias
Que no te valla a pasar igual que a Mariá
Azucar...
Coro#2:
A esa playa no voy,
Tal vez me encuentro el sombrero
Y aunque no hay mas ciego que el que no quiera ver
Safaaaa que por alla estaba Pedro
Coro#2:
Aheeeee dos besitos y medio
Y ya mataron a Pedro el torero
Coro#2:
Oye mi amigo un consejo
Si no tienes balas no vayas tan lejos
Coro#2:
Pobre Pedrito, pobre Pedrito, pobre Pedrito
El bendito con su clavito ay bendito
Coro#2:
Ya se acabo este cuento que es el de Pedro y el Cayo condon

Condom Cay

A place with ambience, a spot for distinguished folks,
Two and a half drinks are enough for Pedro to feel the heat.
He approaches Maria, the most fun of the drinking clan,
Offering her two drinks, knowing the chaos alcohol creates.
Maria, with her romanticism, tenderly tells Pedro,
No, no, no,
Take me to the beach, not to the slaughterhouse.
Realize I'm not a lamb, and take me to the beach,
A place of desire, the wet sand of Condom Cay.
Two and a half kisses are enough for Pedro to reach boiling point,
Maria, the most flammable, ends up unsatisfied with love,
And Pedro wants to bury himself in the sand of Condom Cay.
Maria, with her wounded ending, tells Pedro as a compliment,
No, no, no,
Take me home, you're no good as a partner.
Don't you dare invite me again, just take me home.
Chorus #1:
This is the story of Condom Cay,
He didn't even have time to put on his hat,
Poor Pedrito, everyone found out he's quite the quick one.
Chorus #1:
Listen, my friend, a piece of advice,
If you don't have bullets, don't venture so far.
Chorus #1:
With all that Superman swagger,
Turns out he couldn't deliver anything.
Chorus #1:
Pedro is now heartbroken,
Or fainted, you laid an egg,
Hey Pedro, if you're not going to cook, why heat up the stove? Ah, pa, pa,
Cuchi pu ma na ma,
You are, you cuchi pu ma na ma,
You are, you cuchi pu ma na ma,
You are, cuchi cu ma na ma,
You are,
Chorus #1:
Poor Maria, so romantic,
She thought it would be her fantastic night.
Chorus #1:
He didn't even have time to make a move,
He left faster than Speedy Gonzalez.
Chorus #1:
Eh, dog that barks at a stranger,
Cuchi cu ma na ma, you liar.
Chorus #1:
And you, girl, don't laugh,
The same thing that happened to Maria might happen to you.
Sugar...
Chorus #2:
I'm not going to that beach,
I might find the hat,
And even though there's no one blinder than he who doesn't want to see,
Get out of here, Pedro was around there.
Chorus #2:
Aheeeee, two and a half little kisses,
And they already killed Pedro the bullfighter.
Chorus #2:
Listen, my friend, a piece of advice,
If you don't have bullets, don't venture so far.
Chorus #2:
Poor Pedrito, poor Pedrito, poor Pedrito,
The blessed one with his little nail, oh blessed one.
Chorus #2:
This story of Pedro and Condom Cay is now over.