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El Pastor Alemán

Hay frases que son muy ciertas
Y otras no son por entero
Como quien dice del hombre
El más amigo es el perro
Yo por confiar en el dicho
No alcance fianza en mi encierro

Hace tiempo me encontré
Por la calle un pobre can
Lleno de pulgas y hambriento
Que al verme empezó a llorar
Le hice un reconocimiento
Era un Pastor Alemán

Desde cachorro dio muestras
De ser fino y educado
Era tan inteligente
Que sirvió para el mercado
Para calarme los fletes
Él era el más indicado

A unos clientes de Chicago
Les cayó en gracia mi can
Y me lo cataficciaron
Pa' obsequio de un general
A cambio me destinaron
Todo un completo arsenal

(Hay le va mi amigo chuy)
(Pura ruina y harina mi compa)

Se pasó el tiempo volando
Igual yo seguí en el aire
Mi basto poder fue tanto
Que no me atoraba nadie
Pero termino mi encanto
En la puerta de Nogales

Con mi pasaporte en mano
Me mandan a revisar
Donde me quede asombrado
Cuando vi quien iba a husmear
El perro condecorado
Era el Pastor Alemán

Me acerqué le hice un cariño
Le dije qué gusto verte
Ahora hazte el desentendido
Dejándome esos paquetes
Mas el perro mal amigo
Me acusó con los agentes

Me hicieron el decomiso
Mientras que el perro ladraba
Como haciéndole al macizo
Al ver que se me esposaba
La confianza mata al hombre
La frase más acertada

The German Shepherd

There are phrases that ring so true, my love,
And others, not entirely through,
Like the one they say of man,
His best friend is the dog's plan.
I, for trusting in that saying so bold,
Couldn't make bail, my story's told.

Some time ago, I happened to find,
A poor dog, of the stray kind,
Full of fleas and hunger's plight,
Who, on seeing me, began to cry with fright.
I gave him a once-over, dear,
A German Shepherd, it became clear.

From a pup, he showed his worth, you see,
Refined and well-behaved, he'd be.
So intelligent, a clever chap,
He even helped me with the market's trap.
To smuggle my goods, he played his part,
He was the best, bless his dear heart.

Some clients from Chicago, it appears,
Took a liking to my canine, my dears.
They offered a trade, a clever ruse,
As a gift for a general, they'd use.
In return, darling, they destined for me,
A whole arsenal, complete and free.

(Here's to you, my friend Chuy)
(Pure ruin and flour, my friend)

Time flew by, as time does, my sweet,
And I, I stayed high on my winning streak.
My power was vast, it knew no bounds,
No one could stop me, making my rounds.
But my charm finally met its end, my dear,
At the gates of Nogales, the border so near.

With my passport in hand, I stood tall,
They sent me for a check, a customs call.
I was astonished, I must confess,
When I saw who would do the sniff test, no less.
The decorated dog, loyal and true,
Was my German Shepherd, through and through.

I approached him, gave him a pat,
Said, "Good to see you, old chap, where's your hat?"
"Now, play it cool, pretend you don't know,
And let me pass with these packages, so."
But the dog, my false friend, alas,
Ratted me out to the agents, so crass.

They seized my goods, my precious haul,
While the dog barked, standing tall.
Acting all tough, a loyal charade,
As they slapped the cuffs on me, unafraid.
Trust kills a man, the saying's true,
The most accurate phrase, me and you.