Текст и перевод песни La Original Banda El Limón de Salvador Lizárraga - El Polvorete

El Polvorete

¡Hey, he, hey!
Para toda la gente del Estado de México
Ahí les va un saludo original
¡Cómo ño!

¿Quién pudiera tener la dicha que tiene el gallo?
Racatapum, chinchín, el gallo sube
Echa su polvorete
Racatapum, chinchín, y él se sacude
¿Quién pudiera tener la dicha que tiene el gallo?
Racatapum, chinchín, el gallo sube
Echa su polvorete
Racatapum, chinchín, y él se sacude

Ya verás, paloma, que no hay gavilán
Que a ti te coma, que no hay gavilán
Que a ti te coma, que no hay gavilán
Que a ti te coma
Ya verás, paloma, que no hay gavilán
Que a ti te coma, que no hay gavilán
Que a ti te coma, que no hay gavilán
Que a ti te coma

¿Quién pudiera tener la dicha que tiene el gallo?
Racatapum, chinchín, el gallo sube
Echa su polvorete
Racatapum, chinchín, y él se sacude
¿Quién pudiera tener la dicha que tiene el gallo?
Racatapum, chinchín, el gallo sube
Echa su polvorete
Racatapum, chinchín, y él se sacude

Ya verás, paloma, que no hay gavilán
Que a ti te coma, que no hay gavilán
Que a ti te coma, que no hay gavilán
Que a ti te coma
Ya verás, paloma, que no hay gavilán
Que a ti te coma, que no hay gavilán
Que a ti te coma, que no hay gavilán
Que a ti te coma

Powder Keg

Hey, hey!
For all the people of the State of Mexico
Here's an original greeting
How's that!

Who could be as lucky as the rooster?
Racatapum, chinchín, the rooster goes up
He shoots his powder
Racatapum, chinchín, and he shakes himself
Who could be as lucky as the rooster?
Racatapum, chinchín, the rooster goes up
He shoots his powder
Racatapum, chinchín, and he shakes himself

You'll see, my love, there's no hawk
That will eat you, there's no hawk
That will eat you, there's no hawk
That will eat you
You'll see, my love, there's no hawk
That will eat you, there's no hawk
That will eat you, there's no hawk
That will eat you

Who could be as lucky as the rooster?
Racatapum, chinchín, the rooster goes up
He shoots his powder
Racatapum, chinchín, and he shakes himself
Who could be as lucky as the rooster?
Racatapum, chinchín, the rooster goes up
He shoots his powder
Racatapum, chinchín, and he shakes himself

You'll see, my love, there's no hawk
That will eat you, there's no hawk
That will eat you, there's no hawk
That will eat you
You'll see, my love, there's no hawk
That will eat you, there's no hawk
That will eat you, there's no hawk
That will eat you