Текст и перевод песни Calibre 50 - Barquillero

Barquillero

"Ni pa′ la machaca sirve Burlesco", gritó un amigo
Aunque tenía buena sangre, no quisieron al potrillo
Y querían sacrificarlo porque mal había nacido
Barquillero le pusieron que de Generoso es hijo

Dijeron "no habría manera de sacarle buen provecho"
Y casi lo regalaron como animal de desecho
Lo bonito que tenía lo traiba dentro del pecho
Subestimaron al potro que salió un cabrón bien hecho

La banda tocaba recio, eran las fiestas del pueblo
El cuaco, estando caliente, se tiró a matar pa'l ruedo
Nomás lo vieron bailar, se picaron los rancheros
Traían cuacos de juguete al lado de Barquillero (Jajay)

Y puro Calibre 50, viejón

También el que caza es presa y hasta el sabio se equivoca
Si te toca, aunque te quites; si no toca, aunque te pongas
No es bueno hablar si no sabes, miren cómo son las cosas
Barquillero a dos, tres gentes vino y les tapó la boca

De no servir para nada, a ser el más codiciado
Cinco potrillitos finos de esos que nacen bailando
Unas paquitas de a dólar y algo de ganado sardo
Dieron por el Barquillero, pues lo bueno sale caro

A los que no lo quisieron, bien les sirvió de experiencia
Y el que un día no valía nada, ahora, ya no está a la venta
En un rancho de Jalisco, un arrendador comenta
Casi no traen semental en la yeguada el 50

Crepe maker

"Burlesque isn't even good enough for mincemeat," a friend exclaimed
Even though he had good blood, they didn't want the colt
And they wanted to cull him because he was born wrong
They named him Crepe maker, but he was sired by Generoso

They said "there would be no way to get any good use out of him
And they practically gave him away as a worthless animal
The best thing about him was inside his chest
They underestimated the colt, who turned out to be a hell of a well-made horse

The band was playing loudly, it was the town festival
The horse, feeling frisky, dashed into the ring
As soon as they saw him dance, the ranchers were spurred on
Their horses were like toys next to Crepe maker (Jajay)

And nothing but Calibre 50, my friend

Even the hunter is prey, and even the wise make mistakes
If it's meant to be, it will happen; if it's not meant to be, it won't
It's not good to talk if you don't know, just look how things turned out
Crepe maker shut the mouths of two or three people

From being useless, to being the most sought-after
Five fine colts, the kind that are born dancing
A few stacks of dollars and some Sardinian cattle
They gave for Crepe maker, because good things come at a price

Those who didn't want him, it served them right
And the one who was once worthless, is now not for sale
At a ranch in Jalisco, a landlord comments
They hardly bring a stallion to the mare herd anymore at 50