Текст и перевод песни Héctor Lavoe - Juanito Alimaña

Juanito Alimaña

La calle es una selva de cemento
Y de fieras salvajes, cómo no
Ya no hay quien salga loco de contento
Donde quiera te espera lo peor
Donde quiera te espera lo peor

Juanito Alimaña con mucha maña llega al mostrador
Saca su cuchillo sin preocupación
Dice que le entreguen la registradora
Saca las billetes, saca un pistolón. ¡Pum!

Sale como el viento en su disparada
Y aunque ya lo vieron nadie ha visto nada
Juanito Alimaña pa' la fechoría se toma su caña
Fabrica su orgía.

La gente le teme por que es de cuidado
Pa' meterle mano hay que ser un bravo
Si lo meten preso sale al otro día
Porque un primo suyo 'tá en la policía.

Juanito Alimaña si tiene maña es malicia viva
Y siempre se alinea con el que está arriba
Y aunque a medio mundo le robó su plata
Todos lo comentan nadie lo delata
Y aunque a todo el mundo le robó la plata
Todos lo comentan nadie lo delata...

A la la ley ley ley ley

En su mundo mujeres, fumada, y caña atracando vive Juanito Alimaña

Cuando él era muchachito
Las cositas que pedía...
Y si tú no se las daba, las mangaba,
Como quiera la cogía

En su mundo mujeres, fumada, y caña atracando vive Juanito Alimaña

Ese... ese tumba lo que ve
Si lo ve mal puesto,
Anda cuida tu cartera,
Ese sí que sabe de eso

En su mundo mujeres, fumada, y caña (atracando)
Atracando (atracando) vive Juanito Alimaña

Si el otro día lo encontré
Y guilla'o, él me decía
Tumba aquí lo que tú quieras
Pues mi primo es policía

En su mundo mujeres, fumada, y caña (ese es)
Atracando (ese es) vive Juanito Alimaña

Oye... como alma que lleva el diablo
Se tira su disparada
Y aunque la gente lo vieron
No lo ratean porque nadie ha visto nada

En su mundo mujeres, fumada, y caña atracando vive Juanito Alimaña

El rey de las fechorías
Ayer me dijo Facundo
Todo el mundo lo conoce,
óyeme, en el bajo mundo

En su mundo mujeres, fumada, y caña atracando vive Juanito Alimaña

Mira mira le las manos
En ellas no tiene un callito
Ese nunca ha trabajado
Y siempre anda bien bonito

En su mundo mujeres, fumada, y caña atracando vive Juanito Alimaña

Oye, ayer él iba muy triste
Y llorando así bajaba
Vengo de un velorio, brother,
El de Pedrito Navajas

En su mundo mujeres, fumada, y caña atracando vive Juanito Alimaña

Mira, la gente le teme al tipo
Porque el hombre es de cuidado
Díganme a quién en el barrio
Los chavos él no le ha tumbado

En su mundo mujeres, fumada, y caña atracando vive Juanito Alimaña

Juanito the Crook

The street is a jungle of concrete,
And wild beasts, of course,
No one walks around crazy with joy anymore,
Everywhere the worst awaits you,
Everywhere the worst awaits you.

Juanito the Crook, with great skill, reaches the counter,
Pulls out his knife without a worry,
He demands they hand over the register,
Takes the bills, pulls out a big gun. Boom!

He takes off like the wind in his escape,
And even though they saw him, nobody saw a thing,
Juanito the Crook, for his misdeeds, takes his rum,
Manufactures his orgy.

People fear him because he's dangerous,
To catch him you have to be brave,
If they put him in jail, he's out the next day,
Because a cousin of his is on the police force.

Juanito the Crook, if he has skill, is living malice,
And always aligns himself with those at the top,
And even though he stole their money from half the world,
Everyone talks about it, nobody snitches,
And even though he stole their money from everyone,
Everyone talks about it, nobody snitches...

To the law law law law

In his world of women, smoke, and rum, Juanito the Crook lives by robbing.

When he was a little boy,
The little things he asked for...
And if you didn't give them to him, he'd steal them,
He'd get them one way or another.

In his world of women, smoke, and rum, Juanito the Crook lives by robbing.

That... that one takes down what he sees,
If he sees it's poorly guarded,
Go on, watch your wallet,
That one really knows his stuff.

In his world of women, smoke, and rum, (robbing)
Robbing (robbing) lives Juanito the Crook.

I ran into him the other day,
And acting tough, he told me,
Take down whatever you want here,
Because my cousin is a cop.

In his world of women, smoke, and rum, (that's him)
Robbing (that's him) lives Juanito the Crook.

Hey... like a soul carried by the devil,
He makes his escape,
And even though people saw him,
They don't rat him out because nobody saw a thing.

In his world of women, smoke, and rum, Juanito the Crook lives by robbing.

The king of misdeeds,
Facundo told me yesterday,
Everyone knows him,
Listen to me, in the underworld.

In his world of women, smoke, and rum, Juanito the Crook lives by robbing.

Look, look at his hands,
He doesn't have a single callus,
He's never worked a day,
And always looks sharp.

In his world of women, smoke, and rum, Juanito the Crook lives by robbing.

Hey, yesterday he was very sad,
And crying like that he went down,
I'm coming from a wake, brother,
The one for Pedrito Navajas.

In his world of women, smoke, and rum, Juanito the Crook lives by robbing.

Look, people are afraid of the guy,
Because the man is dangerous,
Tell me who in the neighborhood,
He hasn't taken money from.

In his world of women, smoke, and rum, Juanito the Crook lives by robbing.