Текст и перевод песни Larry Hernandez - Cincuenta Mentadas

Cincuenta Mentadas

"Y aunque no me crea pariente, Santos,
Los Santos existen en la tierra"
Y ahí le va viejo.
No nos entendimos, se acabo y nimodo
Cada quien su rumbo hay que muera todo.
Y no te preocupes por dejarme solo
A eso de la depre, ya le agarre el rollo.
Un suspiro al viento, un tequila doble
Una buena vieja no le hace que cobre.
Cincuenta mentadas, cien para que sobren,
Pero ahora se quiebra mas primero un roble.
Te sentías ahogada querías libertades
Me echabas en cara las desigualdades
Desde que me acuerdo siempre han sido iguales
Mi genio y carácter cultura y modales.
Total, no me entiendes, tas hasta la madre
No se te hace mija que es un poco tarde.
Así me aceptaste y hoy no pidas que cambie
O aguantas la vara o a Chihuahua a un baile.
Un suspiro al viento, un tequila doble
Una buena vieja no le hace que cobre.
Cincuenta mentadas, cien para que sobren,
Pero ahora se quiebra mas primero un roble.
Te sentías ahogada querías libertades
Me echabas en cara las desigualdades
Desde que me acuerdo siempre han sido iguales
Mi genio y carácter cultura y modales.
Total, no me entiendes, tas hasta la madre
No se te hace mija que es un poco tarde.
Así me aceptaste y hoy no pidas que cambie
O aguantas la vara o a Chihuahua a un baile.

Fifty Curses

"And even if you don't believe me, relative, Saints,
The Saints exist on earth"
And there you go, ol' girl.
We didn't understand each other, it's over and too bad
Each one's path must die out.
And don't worry about leaving me alone
I've already got the hang of depression.
A sigh in the wind, a double tequila
An old flame won't make it charge.
Fifty curses, a hundred so there are plenty,
But now an oak tree would break first.
You felt suffocated, you wanted freedom
You threw the inequalities in my face
As long as I can remember, they've always been the same
My temper and character, culture and manners.
Anyway, you don't understand me, you're fed up
Don't you think, my girl, that it's a little late.
That's how you accepted me, and now don't ask me to change
Either you put up with it or go to a dance in Chihuahua.
A sigh in the wind, a double tequila
An old flame won't make it charge.
Fifty curses, a hundred so there are plenty,
But now an oak tree would break first.
You felt suffocated, you wanted freedom
You threw the inequalities in my face
As long as I can remember, they've always been the same
My temper and character, culture and manners.
Anyway, you don't understand me, you're fed up
Don't you think, my girl, that it's a little late.
That's how you accepted me, and now don't ask me to change
Either you put up with it or go to a dance in Chihuahua.