Текст и перевод песни Jaime López - El mequetrefe

El mequetrefe

Usa un arete el Mequetrefe
Y un sonsonete tan tropical
Cuando se pone a cotorrear
El Mequetrefe es del DF.

De Tacubaya, de Bucareli,
Del mero rumbo rumbero es;
De la Aragón o de la Merced,
Le viene igual, al fin Mequetrefe.
Con su balero, sus capiruchos,
La Capirucha lo mira andar;
Esta ciudad es su capital,
Pa'l taloneo dizque muy ducho.

En el bullicio del edificio,
La vecindad y del callejón,
Le mete a todo pero, señor,
él no nació en el condominio.

Las apariencias engañan tanto
Que en Coyoacán se quita el arete
Porque ya todos lo fusilaron
-Caricaturas del mequetrefe-.

Llega y te escupe un "simón" o "nel",
Alarga el cuello y se te entromete;
Si viene, trucha con la garrucha,
¡aguas, mi buen, con el Mequetrefe!

The Mequetrefe

The Mequetrefe wears an earring
And a so tropical singsongy tune
When he starts to chatter
The Mequetrefe is from Mexico City.

From Tacubaya, from Bucareli,
From the rumba neighborhood;
From la Aragón or la Merced,
It's all the same to him, Mequetrefe after all.
With his balero, his capiruchos,
La Capirucha watches him walk;
This city is his capital,
For heel-tapping, they say he's very skilled.

In the hustle and bustle of the building,
The neighborhood and the alleyway,
He gets into everything, sir,
but he wasn't born in the condo.

Appearances are so deceiving
That in Coyoacan he takes off his earring
Because everyone has already shot him
-Mequetrefe caricatures-.

He comes and spits out a "sure" or "no way",
Stretches his neck and intrudes on you;
If he comes, watch out for the garrucha,
beware, my good, of the Mequetrefe!