Coplas de Dos Tipos de Cuidado - Jorge Negrete a Duo con Perdo Infante перевод на английский

Coplas de Dos Tipos de Cuidado

La gente dice sincera
Cada que se hace un casorio
Que el novio siempre la quiera
Si no, que le hagan velorio
Para esta novia no hay pena
Pues va a tener buen marido
Porque Bueno es cosa buena
Por lo menos de apellido

Jorge Bueno es muy bueno
Hijo de Bueno también
Y su abuelo, ¡ay, qué bueno!
¿Quién se llamara como él?

Procuraré ser tan bueno
Como dice mi apellido
Que se trague su veneno
El que velorio ha pedido
Pedro, el Malo de apellido
Retacharé su cuarteta
Él nomás es presumido
Porque no es Malo, es maleta

Pedro Malo es muy malo
Malo por obligación
Y su abuelo, ¡uy, qué malo!
Hay que comprarle su león

En una mañana de oro
Alguien nublaba el paisaje
Eran un cuervo y un loro
Arráncandose el plumaje
Hay que olvidar lo pasado
Si la culpable es la suerte
Que Bueno y Malo, mezclados
En regular se convierte

Yo soy Malo, no lo niego
Pero quisiera mezclar
Malo y Bueno, por si sale
Algo que sea regular

Cierto alacrán de carroña
Un colmenar visitaba
Para ver si la ponzoña
Con la miel se le quitaba
Como no será lo bueno
Para placer del malvado
Con la miel y su veneno
Hoy anda el pobre purgado

Que lo entienda quien lo entienda
Si es que lo sabe entender
Y si acaso no lo entiende
Hay que obligarlo a entender

Te consta que no soy tonto
Como tú, lo has presumido
Tonto no, sí entrometido
Por el hambre, de amistades
El hambre siempre la calmo
Con el manjar del amigo
Mendigo es y no mendigo
El que roba a sus amigos

Tú lo dices
Lo sostengo
No te vayas a cansar
No le saque
Sí le saco
Pues se acabó este cantar

Couplets of Two Careful Types

People truthfully say,
Every time there's a wedding,
That the groom should always love her,
If not, they should hold a wake for him.
For this bride, there's no sorrow,
Because she'll have a good husband,
Because Bueno is a good thing,
At least by last name, my love.

Jorge Bueno is very good,
Son of Bueno as well,
And his grandfather, oh, so good!
Who could be named like him, my dear?

I'll try to be as good,
As my last name implies,
Let him swallow his venom,
The one who asked for a wake.
Pedro, the Bad one by last name,
I'll cross out his verse, you see,
He's just showing off,
Because he's not Bad, he's a joke, believe me.

Pedro Malo is very bad,
Bad by obligation, they say,
And his grandfather, oh, so bad!
Someone should buy him a lion, what do you say?

On a golden morning,
Someone clouded the landscape,
It was a crow and a parrot,
Pulling out each other's feathers, you know.
We must forget the past, my sweet,
If fate is to blame, it seems,
That Bueno and Malo, mixed together,
Become so-so, my dreams.

I'm Malo, I don't deny it,
But I'd like to mix,
Malo and Bueno, to see if it yields,
Something that's just alright, I confess.

A certain carrion scorpion,
Visited a beehive one day,
To see if the venom,
Could be cured with honey, come what may.
How good it must be, darling,
For the wicked man's delight,
With honey and its venom,
Today the poor thing is purged, alright.

Let him who understands, understand it,
If he actually knows how to,
And if he doesn't understand it,
We must force him to, it's true.

You know I'm not stupid,
As you have presumed, my flower,
Not stupid, but meddlesome, that's the power,
Of hunger, for friendships, every hour.
Hunger I always calm,
With a friend's delicacy, my dove,
A beggar is and is not a beggar,
The one who steals from his friends, my love.

You say it,
I uphold it,
Don't get tired, my sweet,
Don't take it out,
Yes, I take it out,
Well, this song is complete, my treat.