Текст и перевод песни Lechero Mon - LAS Fiestas

LAS Fiestas

Bueno, cuando uno va, a una fiesta, mmm, cabros
Va con la mente de comerse una mina rica,
Con tetita, potito, eeh, pero ten cuidao con el copetito
Si o no, porque te podi comerte cualquer hueaita
Jejeje, bueno para explicarles escuchen este tema... (ja)

Freestyle, copete, y carrete hasta mañana
Son lo suficiente pa una fiesta muy insana
Wachas buenas, otras que son muy malas
Gorda, o flaca, potona o raja de tabla

Cada uno con sus gustos, ojala no pasis susto
Y le hechi la culpa al copete, porque eso es injusto
Lo que esta comia, esta comia amigo mio
No valla a arrepentirse porque usted ya la ha vendio

Pero igual la pasai bakan, ni cagando te da arcá
Le dai un besito solamente para entrar
Como andai con copete, teni personalidad
Y soy un caballero pa poder agradarla más

Si te acepta el beso, pulento, contento
Por si se dan la mano, con el otro tai atento
Y ahi te la jugai, primero la abrazai
Le dai vuelta la carita y un atraque le pegai

(Estribillo)
Por eso es que las fiestas son pulentas
Vai a tomar copete y agarrar una tremenda que wacha
Nos gustan las mujeres que no tiran la hilacha
Porque las que las tiran rapido se les despacha

Ooh, la mea wacha hermano, pero ten cuidao hueon
No vaya a ser que esté contagiá, no se, por ahi
Se ven limpiecitas por fuera, pero por dentro

Hay unos que tienen la mala suerte de por medio
Se comen a una horrible, lo despacha sin remedio
No rescatan ni una, más solo que la luna
Quedan terrible brave, con la mansa ni que...

Lo unico que consuela, el copete y la manuela
De repente un pitito, para ver si este te vuela
No pensai en tu madre ni tampoco en tu abuela
Solo en esa mina que te dejo con secuela

Ojo, por tomarte el rastrojo, la mina no te pesca
Porque andai como piojo, jugoso
Teni cara de piante, se te empiezan a arrancarte
Tai volao en dipirula ya no hací ningun rescate

Se termina la fiesta y vo votao como colilla
No tuviste suerte pa rescatar una chiquilla
Te fuiste pa la casa con la vena en verdad
No importa wacho, porque pa la proxima será

(Estribillo)
Por eso es que las fiestas son pulentas
Vai a tomar copete y agarrar una tremenda que wacha
Nos gustan las mujeres que no tiran la hilacha
Porque las que las tiran rapido se les despacha

Bueno aquí, Lechero Mon, 1 con 2, si, caretuto producciones
Entre serio y chistoso...(aquí quilicura parinacota)

LAS Fiestas

Well, when you go to a party, mmm, guys
You go with the mindset of wanting to hit on a hot chick,
With boobs, butt, eeh, but be careful with the booze
Because you could end up eating any crap
Jejeje, well to explain it, listen to this track... (ja)

Freestyle, booze, and partying till tomorrow
Are enough for a crazy party
Good girls, others who are bad
Fat or thin, big butt or flat chest

Everyone has their tastes, hopefully you don't get scared
And you blame it on the booze, because that's unfair
What you ate, you ate, my friend
Don't regret it because you already sold yourself

But you still had a blast, there's no way you're going to regret it
You give her a little kiss just to get in
Since you're drunk, have some personality
And I'm a gentleman to please her more

If she accepts the kiss, great, happy
If you hold hands, be attentive with the other one
And there you go, first hug her
Turn her face and give her a good make out

(Chorus)
That's why parties are cool
You go drink booze and grab a hot chick
We like women who don't throw themselves at you
Because those who do it quickly, are dispatched

Ooh, the hot chick, brother, but be careful dude
Don't let her be contagious, you know, just in case
They look clean on the outside, but inside

Some have bad luck in the middle
They end up with an ugly one, she sends him off without remedy
They don't rescue anything, more alone than the moon
They're left feeling awful, with the massive "not what"

The only thing that consoles, booze and the manual
Maybe a little hit, to see if this one flies
Don't think about your mother or your grandmother
Just about that chick who left you with sequelae

Watch out, because if you drink too much, the chick won't go for you
Because you're walking around like a louse, juicy
You have a plant face, they start to run away from you
You're flying on dipirula, you can't rescue anyone anymore

The party ends and you're lying there like a cigarette butt
You didn't have luck to rescue a chick
You went home with the vein, in truth
It doesn't matter man, because next time will be different

(Chorus)
That's why parties are cool
You go drink booze and grab a hot chick
We like women who don't throw themselves at you
Because those who do it quickly, are dispatched

Well, here, Lechero Mon, 1 with 2, yeah, Caretuto productions
Between serious and funny...(here Quilicura Parinacota)