Текст и перевод песни Diana Reyes - Tu Gaban

Tu Gaban

Esta mañana amanecio nublado,
Esta mañana el sol mermo su luz,
Talvez seria que no estas a mi lado,
Talvez seria el smog del autobus.
Esta mañana hacia mucho frio,
Asi que tuve que enredarme en tu gaban,
Eso y tus chanclas fue todo lo que dejaste
Cuando te fuiste de regreso a Michoacan.
Y tu gaban no me deja olvidarte,
Este gaban a diario habla de ti.
Pues huele a pulque porque todo un mes
Lo usaste, emborrachandote y por eso te corri.
Y tu gaban no me deja olvidarte,
Este gaban a diario habla de ti.
Pues huele a pulque porque todo un mes
Lo usaste, emborrachandote y por eso te corri.
Esta mañana, hervi hojas de guayabo,
Por tu recuerdo les puse mucho alcohol,
Me eche tres jarros pero el frio no se quitaba,
Y que le sigo con copitas de zotol.
Ya media cuete siguiendo una esperanza,
Compre un boleto pa' Morelia, Michoacan,
Alla tus padres me dieron esta noticia,
Se fue a vivir a un maguellan en Perivan.
Y tu gaban no me deja olvidarte,
Este gaban a diario habla de ti.
Pues huele a pulque porque todo un mes
Lo usaste, emborrachandote y por eso te corri.
Y tu gaban, no me deja olvidarte,
Este gaban a diario habla de ti,.
Pues huele a pulque porque todo un mes
Lo usaste, enborrachandote y por eso te corrí.

Your Coat

This morning has dawned overcast,
This morning the sun has dimmed its light,
Maybe it's because you are not by my side,
Maybe it's the smog from the bus.
This morning is very cold,
So I had to wrap myself in your coat,
That and your sandals were all you left behind
When you went back to Michoacan.
And your coat won't let me forget you,
This coat speaks of you every day.
Because it smells of pulque, because for an entire month
You wore it, getting drunk, and that's why I kicked you out.
And your coat won't let me forget you,
This coat speaks of you every day.
Because it smells of pulque, because for an entire month
You wore it, getting drunk, and that's why I kicked you out.
This morning, I boiled guayabo leaves,
I added plenty of alcohol for your memory,
I had three jars, but the cold would not go away,
And so I continued with little cups of zotol.
Halfway drunk, following a hope,
I bought a ticket to Morelia, Michoacan,
There your parents gave me this news,
You went to live in a cheap hotel in Periban.
And your coat won't let me forget you,
This coat speaks of you every day.
Because it smells of pulque, because for an entire month
You wore it, getting drunk, and that's why I kicked you out.
And your coat, it won't let me forget you,
This coat speaks of you every day,.
Because it smells of pulque, because for an entire month
You wore it, getting drunk, and that's why I kicked you out.