Текст и перевод песни Antílopez - Country Jondo

Country Jondo

Oh yeah

Hey Phill, solito en mi cortijo
Con un parche café y un caballo canijo
Hey Phill, la gente que es muy lista
Yo no creo en na0¿′, conozco a mi madre de vista

Hey Phill, cada uno lo que tiene
Ni prisa ni urgencia ni mártires ni rehenes
Díselo a tu mamá que ya tengo canas
Hasta en el alma

Que hay una espinita
Que no se me quita
Ni tragando migajón
Y llevo ya tres sacos de pan de mañana

Con la persianas bajadas
No me distraen la vista
Hay que arrastrarse y temblar

Tienes que tocar fondo
Si tú quieres entonar este Country Jondo

Hey Phill, el gallo de las siete
Y sigo en la cantina quemando billetes

Hey Phill, ya tuve buenas pieles
Prefiero a alguien que me haga encontrar los papeles
Oh nena, a qué sabe de amores
No conviene amarle, conviene escuchar cuando llore

No te da la gana por que tengo fama
De pistolero
Pero hay una espinita
Que no se te quita
Ni tragando migajón
Y llevas ya tres sacos de pan de mañana

Con la persianas bajadas
No me distraen la vista
Hay que arrastrarse y temblar

Tienes que tocar fondo
Si tú quieres entonar, oh, oh, oh

Con la persianas bajadas
No me distraen la vista
Hay que arrastrarse y temblar

Tienes que tocar fondo
Para poder entonar este Contry Jondo

Country Jondo

Oh yeah

Hey Betty, by myself in my ranch
With a cup of coffee and a scrawny horse
Hey Betty, those who are too smart
I don't believe in anything, I know my mother by sight

Hey Betty, every man to his own
No rush, no urgency, no martyrs, no hostages
Tell your mother that I have gray hair now
Even in my soul

There's a little thorn
That won't go away
Not even by swallowing crumbs
And I've already had three bags of bread this morning

With the blinds down
They don't distract my view
You have to crawl and tremble

You have to hit rock bottom
If you want to sing this Country Jondo

Hey Betty, the rooster at seven
And I'm still at the bar burning bills

Hey Betty, I've had good hides before
I prefer someone who will help me find the papers
Oh baby, what does it taste like in love?
It's not convenient to love her, it's convenient to listen to her when she cries

You don't feel like it because I have a reputation
As a gunslinger
But there's a little thorn
That won't go away
Not even by swallowing crumbs
And you've already had three bags of bread this morning

With the blinds down
They don't distract my view
You have to crawl and tremble

You have to hit rock bottom
If you want to sing, oh, oh, oh

With the blinds down
They don't distract my view
You have to crawl and tremble

You have to hit rock bottom
To be able to sing this Country Jondo