Текст и перевод песни El Gran Martín Elías - El Buda

El Buda

Ay valla buscar que hacer
Valla buscar que hacer
Le gritaba una mujer a su marido

Quiere vivir ni el rey
Quiere vivir ni el rey
Comiendo sin trabajar el muy bandido

Le encanta la sirvenguenzura
Y no le gusta trabajar
Y quiere es andar como el buda
Con la barriga bien hinchada
Y quiere es andar como el buda
Con la barriga bien soplada

Ay del aire y las nubes
Nada más vive es Avianca
Y llantero que sude
Inflando buena llanta

Si usted no la suda
Tampoco se la come
Así que don budas
Busque otra que lo sobe

Si no quieres trabajar
Valla dormirse en el sofá
Si no trae para comer
Valla a besar a la pared
Y si no me pagas la luz
Te vais de aquí buda panzón

Ay el hombre desempleado
El hombre desempleado
Tiene que aguantar
Todo lo que le digan

Y como esta varado
Y como esta varado
Lo regañan, lo critican y lo humillan

Como es verdad que no la suda
La mujer lo para insultando
Y hasta le dice señor buda
Usted no sirve pa un carajo
Y hasta le dice señor buda
Usted no sirve pa, pa, pa, un carajo

Ay del aire y las nubes
Nada más vive es Avianca
Trabaje y procure
Traerme buena plata

Si usted no la suda
Tampoco se la come
Así que don budas
Busque otra que lo sobe

Si no traes para el mercado
Te toca bañar a los pelaos
Si no me pagáis la luz
Corre de aquí buda panzón
Y si no querer trabajar
Mejor dicho:
"De está mazorca ni un grano

The Buddha

Oh, go out and get yourself a job
Go out and get yourself a job
A woman was shouting at her husband

Even royalty wants to live
Even royalty wants to live
That good-for-nothing mooch doesn't want to work

He's a lazy bum
And he doesn't like to work
He wants to live like the Buddha
With his belly full
He wants to live like the Buddha
With his belly bloated

Oh, he lives on just air and clouds
He's never around except when it's time to fly
And what about the poor tire guy
Who sweats inflating your precious tires

If you don't sweat for it
You don't get to eat it
So, Mr. Buddha
Find someone else to coddle you

If you don't want to work
Go take a nap on the couch
If you don't bring home the bacon
Go kiss a wall
And if you don't pay the electric bill
You're out of here, lazy Buddha

Oh, the unemployed man
The unemployed man
Has to put up with
Whatever they say to him

And because he's stuck at home
And because he's stuck at home
They scold him, criticize him, and humiliate him

Since it's true that he doesn't sweat for it
His wife insults him constantly
And even calls him Mr. Buddha
You're good for nothing
And even calls him Mr. Buddha
You're good for, you're good for, nothing

Oh, he lives on just air and clouds
He's never around except when it's time to fly
Get a job and try to
Bring home some money

If you don't sweat for it
You don't get to eat it
So, Mr. Buddha
Find someone else to coddle you

If you don't bring home the groceries
You'll be the one bathing the kids
If you don't pay the electric bill
You're out of here, lazy Buddha
And if you don't want to work
In other words:
"Not a single bean from this cob