Текст и перевод песни El Pepo - Maldita Cazafortuna - En Vivo

Maldita Cazafortuna - En Vivo

Cumbia... Seguí la flecha, te copó?
No ninguna, cazafortuna... Dice:
Pasa por la vereda tirando pluma
Ella mueve la cuna de acá pa' llá.
Cuando paraba en la esquina era un villero
No pasaba cavida y miraba mal.
Ahora que está re pilla que soy el Pepo
Saluda y con la mirada me dice arrancá
Cuarteto del bueno...
Seguí la flecha, silbá bajito,
Tomate el palo, tocá de acá
Vos sos terrible cazafortuna y billetera mata galán.
Seguí la flecha, silbá bajito,
Tomate el palo, tocá de acá
Vos sos terrible cazafortuna y billetera mata galán.
Y billetera mata galán.
Cumbia peposa... Cumbia...
Ah, ah, y acá lo tenés...
Miralo al Ulises cantando cumbia Ulisera...
Pasa por la vereda tirando pluma
Ella mueve la cuna de acá pa' llá.
Cuando paraba en la esquina era un villero
No pasaba cavida y miraba mal.
Ahora que está re pilla que soy el barba
Saluda y con la mirada me dice arrancá.
Cuarteto peposo...
Seguí la flecha, silbá bajito,
Tomate el palo, tocá de acá
Vos sos terrible cazafortuna y billetera mata galán.
Seguí la flecha, silbá bajito,
Tomate el palo, tocá de acá
Vos sos terrible cazafortuna y billetera mata galán.
Y billetera mata galán.
Dale barba vamos boludo deja que siga la flecha esa.

Cursed Gold Digger - Live

Cumbia... Are you after me, my love?
No, not at all, gold digger... She says:
She walks down the street, fluttering her feathers
She rocks the cradle back and forth.
When I used to stand on the corner, I was a poor boy
I didn't have a penny to my name, and I looked mean.
Now that she's realized I'm El Pepo
She greets me and with her eyes, she tells me to go away
Good quartet...
Are you after me, my dear? Whistle softly,
Get lost, get out of here
You're a terrible gold digger, and money makes the heart grow fonder.
Are you after me, my love? Whistle softly,
Get lost, get out of here
You're a terrible gold digger, and money makes the heart grow fonder.
And money makes the heart grow fonder.
Cumbia peposa... Cumbia...
Ah, ah, and here he is...
Look at Ulises singing Ulisera cumbia...
She walks down the street, fluttering her feathers
She rocks the cradle back and forth.
When I used to stand on the corner, I was a poor boy
I didn't have a penny to my name, and I looked mean.
Now that she's realized I'm the bearded one
She greets me and with her eyes, she tells me to go away.
Peposo quartet...
Are you after me, my dear? Whistle softly,
Get lost, get out of here
You're a terrible gold digger, and money makes the heart grow fonder.
Are you after me, my dear? Whistle softly,
Get lost, get out of here
You're a terrible gold digger, and money makes the heart grow fonder.
And money makes the heart grow fonder.
Come on, my bearded friend, let her follow that arrow.