Текст и перевод песни Lng Sht - Chollywood Puebla

Chollywood Puebla

Se rehusó a hacer lo que alguien más quisiera
Y es que el pez dorado, crece acorde a su pecera
Y con un mundo afuera ¿para qué quedarte en casa?
Y en el mapa aproxima la ocasión, Cholula, Puebla

Esta historia no ha terminado
Nuestro héroe aún no logra una mierda

Libretas llenas de dibujos
Manchas de aerosol en sus manos, no puso resistencia
Su papá nunca lo vio como abogado
Y ha pasado el semestre tan veloz
Beber mojitos y un buen grupo, en el "Pulque para dos"

Rock and Roll, comic′s y buenos momentos
Tiene tiempo para perder, pero nunca pierde el tiempo (tiempo hedonista)
El mundo lo cree simpático
En el ático la pose del artista acomplejado
A momentos sueña con su obra aproximada
El trabajo lo llena de Benjamín Estrada

Corte de pelo casero y viejos lentes
Woodie Allen, el sobre peso y playeras de superhéroes
Pero ¿qué, no aprendiste nada?
Su Ciudad es Chollywood arrogante como Manhattan

Es otro día de escuela, en Chollywood Puebla
Es otro día de escuela, en Chollywood Puebla

Le llaman por teléfono, en Domingo, dormido su novia contesta:
"Papá se pone molesto"
Ignora los gritos
Pregunta en silencio "¿a esta edad en Universidad, quién no tiene sexo?"

Batería baja, hasta la tarde se levanta
Dibujos pendientes y no hay comida en casa
La rutina: café y taurina no es remedio
Pero traemos buena fiesta y tenemos buen promedio, y sube WUH!

Pero no nos da el dinero
Suena Manu Chao más Dos Stéreo
Roommates con ojos rojos y manchas en los dedos
Saben guardar postura, pero por favor silencio

Y es clave, controlar sus fiestas y sus drogas, a maestros idiotas
Pero ¿por qué vive con ellos? No lo sabe, no ni le interesa
Si en la etiqueta encuentra a un indio posando frío en su cerveza

El sol saldrá y en su lengua puesta abajo
Contra la banqueta choca, cae golpea su laptop
Está bien, ríe, se sacude el polvo, se levanta
Reanuda su paso con el del bombo

Es otro día de escuela, en Chollywood Puebla
Es otro día de escuela

Y es un tipo normal, dentro de una presa humana
Vive tranquilo y feliz, porque está haciendo lo que ama
Y tiene miedo
Primera lección en el medio: si no sacrificas arte, sacrificarás dinero

Pero con su Sharpie escribe sobre el reglamento
Su creatividad es su arma, es su talento
No hay sudor, en su frente hay color y no se quita de sus manos
Sus tenis, ya arruinó otra camisa

Y sale, pone la D en letras grandes
Aunque sea en los volantes de "Gordo Producciones"
D-E-E-S-T-R-O-Y, ilustrador Freelance
En búsqueda de su quincena

Y es otro día de escuela, en Chollywood, Puebla
Y es otro día de escuela, en Chollywood, Puebla
Y es otro día de escuela, en Chollywood, Puebla
Y es otro día de escuela
Al carajo la escuela

Chollywood Puebla

He refused to do what anyone else wanted.
The goldfish grows according to its tank.
And with a world outside, why stay home?
And on the map, the occasion is approaching, Cholula, Puebla.

This story isn't over.
Our hero has yet to achieve anything.

Notebooks full of drawings.
Aerosol stains on his hands, he didn't resist.
His dad never saw him as a lawyer.
And the semester has gone by so fast.
Drinking mojitos and a good band, at "Pulque for two".

Rock and Roll, comics, and good times.
He has time to waste, but he never wastes time (hedonistic time).
The world thinks he's nice.
In the attic, the pose of the self-conscious artist.
At times he dreams of his approaching work.
The work fills him with Benjamin Estrada.

Homemade haircut and old glasses.
Woody Allen, being overweight, and superhero t-shirts.
But what, didn't you learn anything?
His city is Chollywood, arrogant like Manhattan.

It's another school day in Chollywood, Puebla.
It's another school day in Chollywood, Puebla.

They call him on the phone, on Sunday, asleep, his girlfriend answers:
"Dad's getting upset."
He ignores the yelling.
He asks silently, "at this age in college, who doesn't have sex?"

Low battery, he doesn't get up until the afternoon.
Drawings pending and there's no food at home.
The routine: coffee and taurine is not a remedy.
But we bring good parties and we have good grades, and it goes up WUH!

But we don't have the money.
Manu Chao plus Dos Stéreo is playing.
Roommates with red eyes and stains on their fingers.
They know how to keep their composure, but please be quiet.

And it's key, to control their parties and their drugs, idiotic teachers.
But why does he live with them? He doesn't know, nor does he care.
If on the label he finds an Indian posing coldly on his beer.

The sun will rise and on his tongue placed down.
He hits the sidewalk, falls, his laptop hits.
It's okay, he laughs, dusts himself off, gets up.
He resumes his steps with the drummer.

It's another school day in Chollywood, Puebla.
It's another school day.

And he's a normal guy, inside a human dam.
He lives quietly and happily, because he's doing what he loves.
And he's afraid.
First lesson in the middle: if you don't sacrifice art, you will sacrifice money.

But with his Sharpie, he writes on the regulations.
His creativity is his weapon, it's his talent.
There's no sweat, there's color on his forehead and it doesn't come off his hands.
His sneakers, he ruined another shirt.

And he goes out, puts the D in big letters.
Even if it's on the "Gordo Producciones" flyers.
D-E-E-S-T-R-O-Y, Freelance illustrator.
In search of his paycheck.

And it's another school day in Chollywood, Puebla.
And it's another school day in Chollywood, Puebla.
And it's another school day in Chollywood, Puebla.
And it's another school day.
To hell with school.