Текст и перевод песни Banda Rancho Viejo - 50 Mentadas

50 Mentadas

No nos entendimos, se acabó y ni modo
Cada quien su rumbo, ahí que muera todo
Y no te preocupes, por dejarme solo
A eso de la depre', ya le agarré el rollo

Un suspiro al viento, y un tequila doble
Una buena vieja, que le hace que cobre
50 mentadas, o 100 pa' que sobren
Pero ahora se quiebra, más primero un roble

Te sentías ahogada, querías libertades
Me echabas en cara, las desigualdades
Desde que me acuerdo, siempre han sido iguales
Mi genio y carácter; cultura y modales
Ahora no me aguantas, 'tás hasta la madre
No se te hace mija, que es un poco tarde
Así me aceptaste, y no pidas que cambie
O aguantas la vara
O a chingar su madre

(Y yo como quieras, quiero, chiquita)
(Acomodate)
(Esta es la Banda Rancho Viejo)
(La Bandononona)
(¿Qué le hace?)

Te sentías ahogada, querías libertades
Me echabas en cara, las desigualdades
Desde que me acuerdo, siempre han sido iguales
Mi genio y carácter; cultura y modales
Ahora no me aguantas, 'tás hasta la madre
No se te hace mija, que es un poco tarde
Así me aceptaste, y no pidas que cambie
O aguantas la vara
O a chingar su madre

50 Curses

We didn't understand each other, and that's it
Each one their own way, let it all die
And don't worry about leaving me alone
As for the depression, I've already got the hang of it

A sigh in the wind, and a double tequila
A good old one, that makes it come back
50 curses, or 100 to spare
But now it breaks, but first an oak

You felt suffocated, you wanted freedom
You threw the inequalities in my face
Since I can remember, they have always been the same
My temper and character, culture and manners
Now you can't stand me, you're fed up
Don't you think, my girl, that it's a little late
That's how you accepted me, and don't ask me to change
Either you put up with it
Or go fuck yourself

(And I, as you like, I love you, little girl)
(Settle down)
(This is the Banda Rancho Viejo)
(The Bandononona)
(What does it do?)

You felt suffocated, you wanted freedom
You threw the inequalities in my face
Since I can remember, they have always been the same
My temper and character, culture and manners
Now you can't stand me, you're fed up
Don't you think, my girl, that it's a little late
That's how you accepted me, and don't ask me to change
Either you put up with it
Or go fuck yourself