Mal Encachado y Buchón (Live At Nokia Theater Los Angeles, CA/2010) - Larry Hernandez перевод на английский

Mal Encachado y Buchón (Live At Nokia Theater Los Angeles, CA/2010)

Y alas plebes nomas,
Trae un carro nuevo,
Andan de tras de uno las
Hijas de su chingada madre,
Y nomas anda en bicicleta y ni lo pelan.
Hay le va pa todas las interesadas.!
Con un porte diferente,
Abusado siempre al mil
Eviando si hay peligro,
Desconfiado asi naci.
Fui trampero por mi infancia,
La vida me trato asi,
Aveces tortias con sal,
Hubo dias que ni comi.
Antes contaba borralla,
Aora puros cabezon,
Antes de trampa en los bailes,
Hoy me tocan en mis reuniones,
Hasta me cantan corridos,
Las grandes agrupaciones.
Antes tenia qe ser cola,
Hoy por la cocina entra el hombre,
Moneda mata carita,
Eso es mui cierto señores,
Con buena moneda
A de ser, asi me disen mis amores,
Mal encachado y buchon,
Antes de ai no me bajaba,
Ahora controla en el rancho,
Ya no usa ropa usada,
Hoy se desviven por el,
Porque el viejon si arremanga,
Echele parejito.!
Y es la pura neta plebes.!
A como es el nido es el arbol,
Si te rascas hay comezon,
Si estornudas puede ser gripa,
Biene junto con la tos,
Antes me hacian muchos paros,
Ahora soi el qe los doi.
Hay y me deben un chingo.
Ahora me ise sinverwenza,
Ahora soi todo un don juan,
Las plebitas se desviven,
Cuando ellas me ven llegar,
Las que me decian tacuache,
Disen papi ven paca,
Mal encachado y buchon,
De antes de ai no me bajaban,
Ahora controla en el rancho,
Ya no usa ropa usada,
Hoy se desviven por el,
Porque el viejon si arremanga.
Eso pariente.!
Bailela, bailela.!

Mal Encachado y Buchón (Live At Nokia Theater Los Angeles, CA/2010)

And to all the girls,
He's got a new car,
They're chasing after him, those
Sons of bitches,
And he's just riding his bike and they don't even notice him.
This goes out to all you interested ladies!
With a different kind of attitude,
Always on the lookout for danger,
Dodging it if it's there,
Born suspicious.
I was a hustler in my childhood,
Life treated me that way,
Sometimes tortillas with salt,
There were days when I didn't even eat.
Before, I was just a nobody,
Now it's all big money,
Before, I was just a gigolo at dances,
Now they play my music at my parties,
They even sing corridos about me,
The great bands.
Before, I had to stand in line,
Now I come in through the kitchen,
Money makes the world go round,
That's true, my friends,
With good money,
That's how it is, that's what my loves tell me,
Badly dressed and stuck up,
Before, I couldn't get out of it,
Now I'm in control on the ranch,
I don't wear used clothes anymore,
Now they're all over me,
Because this old man knows how to hustle,
Let's do this!
And it's the truth, you guys!
The nest is like the tree,
If you scratch, it itches,
If you sneeze, it could be the flu,
It comes with the cough,
Before, they used to do me a lot of favors,
Now I'm the one doing them.
And they owe me a lot.
Now I've become shameless,
Now I'm a real Don Juan,
The girls are all over me,
When they see me coming,
The ones who used to call me a hick,
Say, daddy, come here,
Badly dressed and stuck up,
Before, I couldn't get out of it,
Now I'm in control on the ranch,
I don't wear used clothes anymore,
Now they're all over me,
Because this old man knows how to hustle.
That's right, man!
Dance it, dance it!