Текст и перевод песни Juan Rivera - El Tarachi

El Tarachi

El tarachi es muy altivo
Sabe la seca y la meca
En su casa no le falta la carne ni la manteca
Yupa yupa yupa yupa yupayayay

El tarachi es como el leon se mantiene en la qebrada
Esperando al orejano para echarle la alazada
Yupa yupa yupa yupayayay

El tarachi tiene maña
Maña de agarrar lo ageno
Si es vaca gorda la esconde
Si es caballo le echa el freno
Yupa yupa yupa yupa yupayayay

Por eso traigo la reata pa alazar la qe me guste
Y agarrarlas panza abajo
Hasta qe rechileguste
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Por la reata no hay cuidado la silla es la qe rechina
Si la reata se revienta me la pega josefina
Yupa yupa yupa yupa yupayayay

Me subi al cerro mas alto pa divisar mi manada
Solo vi la polvadera del indio qe la llevava
Yupa yupa yupa yupa yupayayay

Yupahe decia mi abuela cuando le robe el tabaco
No a todos les qeda el puro
Ni a los panzones el saco
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La puerca no qiere el maiz
Ni los puerquitos la leche
No qieren mamar parados
Qieren qe la puerca se eche
Yupa yupa yupa yupa yupayayay

Ya con esta ay me despido abrochandome un guarachi
Y aqui se acaban los versos
De ese mentado tarachi
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El Tarachi

The tarachi, he be so prideful
Knows both droughts and fertile grounds
In his abode, there's plenty of flesh and fat around
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The tarachi's like a lion, roaming in the canyon's keep
Waiting for the unwary one to strike with lightning speed
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The tarachi's got a knack
A knack for taking what's not his
If it's a cow well-fed, he'll hide it
If it's a horse, he'll put a bit in
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So I bring with me this lasso, to rope the one I fancy
And seize them with my might
Till they yield with all their strength
Yupa yupa yupa yupa yupayayay

The lasso, it is strong, the saddle does the creaking
If the lasso should break, my Josefina will fix it
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I climbed the loftiest peak, to scan my herd far and wide
All I saw was dust, where once my cattle roamed with pride
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'Yupahe,' my grandma used to say, when I stole her tobacco
Not all can handle the cigar
Nor the bag, those with bulging bellies far
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The sow, she cares not for the corn
Nor do the piglets care for milk
They'll not suckle standing up
They wait for the sow to lie
Yupa yupa yupa yupa yupayayay

With this, I bid you farewell, as I buckle on my guarachi
And here, my verses come to an end
Of the famed tarachi
Yupa yupa yupa yupa yupayayay