Текст и перевод песни Antonio Aguilar - El Jarrito Nuevo

El Jarrito Nuevo

Uy vieja, en 1906 fuiste jarrito nuevo
Ahora no eres más que tepalcate, ah ja ja
Uah, uah, uah, uah, uh

Eras un jarrito nuevo
Donde hacia mi rico atole
Pero veo que ya no sirves
Ni para cocer pozole

Tas' acabada mujer
Ni metiéndole brazas de roble, uah

Eras un jarrito nuevo
Donde hacia mi rico caldo
Pero de tanta humareda
Que tiznado estás quedando

Eras un jarrito nuevo
Que aguantaba llamaradas
Hoy no aguantas ni una hornilla

Con las brazas apagadas
De las partes que brillabas
Hoy están despostilladas

Ay vieja, todo por servir se acaba
Tanto va el cántaro al agua
Que hasta se lo lleva el tren
Ay vieja, tepalcate
Ya no sirves pa' nada, uah

Eras jarro donde hacía
Rico caldo de lechuga
Pero yo ya ni te ocupo
Porque me la dejas cruda, ah ja ja

Ya no sirves pa' nada vieja
Ahora puro refractario, uah

Eras jarro donde hacia
Canelita con piquete
Como tú ya no calientas
Tardo pa' ponerme cuete, ah ja ja

Eras un jarrito nuevo
Que aguantaba llamaradas
Hoy no aguantas ni una hornilla

Con las brazas apagadas
De las partes que brillaban
Hoy están despostilladas
Ay, ay

The New Jug

Oh old woman, in 1906 you were a brand new jug
Now you are nothing more than a broken piece of clay, ah ha ha
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, uh

You were a new jug
Where I made my delicious atole
But I see you are useless now
Not even for cooking pozole

You're finished, woman
Not even putting oak embers in you will help, ooh

You were a new jug
Where I made my delicious soup
But from so much smoke
You are getting all smudged

You were a new jug
That could withstand flames
Today you can't even withstand a burner

With the embers extinguished
Of the parts that used to shine
Today they are chipped

Oh old woman, everything ends because of use
The pitcher goes to the well so much
That even the train takes it away
Oh old woman, broken piece of clay
You're good for nothing now, ooh

You were the jug where I made
Delicious lettuce soup
But I don't need you anymore
Because you leave it raw, ah ha ha

You're good for nothing now, old woman
Just a fireproof dish now, ooh

You were the jug where I made
Cinnamon with spiked punch
As you no longer heat up
It takes me forever to get fired up, ah ha ha

You were a new jug
That could withstand flames
Today you can't even withstand a burner

With the embers extinguished
Of the parts that used to shine
Today they are chipped
Oh, oh