Текст и перевод песни Los Embajadores Vallenatos - El Santo Cachón (with Robinson Damián)

El Santo Cachón (with Robinson Damián)

Me dieron que te vieron
Te pillaron
El otro dia sabroseando con un señor
Que no era yo

Me contaron
Los que te vieron
En una forma que Dios mio que uy mejor no digo
No fue 1 ni fueron 2
Fueron 3
Los amigos que te vieron con él
Moliendo caña

Hay mientras yo
Muy solitario
Como el llanero
Porque tu a mi me dijiste q ibas de viaje donde tus viejos del alma

Y ahora dices tu
Que no es asi
Que ése era un primo
Que estaba alla
Que te invitó a salir
Y te dió pena decir que no

Que te perdonde yo, que te perdone
Como si yo fuera el santo cachón
Mira mi cara vé yo soy un hombre
Y no hay que andar repartiendo perdón

Ajuiciate mama busca el jucio
Busca el jucio muchacha ajuiciate
Yo me iba a casar contigo por poco meto la pata
Y ahora no puedo ni verte puedo hacer un disparate

Tu primito
Si te quiere
Que te exprima
De mi no podras quejarte porque
Te divertiste también

Sé que hay cosas
En la vida
Que un hombre sale ganando cuando las deja perder
Entre el cielo y la tierra
Dice un dicho
Que no existe nada oculto y todo se llega a saber
Te pillaron
Te caiste
Asi de pum
Te perdono
Tendria que aguantar callado si tu lo vulves a hacer

Mujer si un dia te vi
No te conozco
Y si fué asi
Ya ni me acuerdo.
Como dicen por ahi.
A otro perro
Con ese hueso

Que te perdonde yo, que te perdone
Como si yo fuera el santo cachón
Mira mi cara vé yo soy un hombre
Y no hay que andar repartiendo perdón

Ajuiciate mama busca el jucio
Busca el jucio muchacha ajuiciate
Yo me iba a casar contigo por poco meto la pata
Y ahora no puedo ni verte puedo hacer un disparate

Que te perdonde yo, que te perdone
Como si yo fuera el santo cachón
Mira mi cara vé yo soy un hombre
Y no hay que andar repartiendo perdón

Que te perdonde yo, que te perdone
Como si yo fuera el santo cachón
Mira mi cara vé yo soy un hombre
Y no hay que andar repartiendo perdón

The Saintly Cuckold (with Robinson Damián)

They told me they saw you,
They caught you
The other day savoring with a man
Who was not me

I was told
Those who saw you
In a way that God, my, that I better not say
It wasn't 1, nor were there 2
There were 3
The friends who saw you with him
Grinding sugarcane

Meanwhile, I
Very lonely
Like a country boy
Because you told me that you were going on a trip to your old folks

And now you say
That it's not so
That it was a cousin
Who was there
Who invited you out
And you were embarrassed to say no

You expected me to forgive you, to forgive you
As if I were the saintly cuckold
Look at my face, see, I am a man
And one does not go around dishing out forgiveness

Get some sense, girl, get some sense
Get some sense, girl, get some sense
I was going to marry you, I almost made a mistake
And now I can't even look at you, I might do something crazy

Your little cousin,
If he loves you,
Let him milk you dry
You won't be able to complain to me because
You had your fun, too

I know that there are things
In life
That a man comes out on top when he lets them go
Between heaven and earth,
A saying goes,
That there is nothing hidden and everything comes to light
They caught you
You fell,
Just like that
I forgive you
I would have to keep quiet if you did it again

Woman, if I ever see you,
I don't know you
And if it was so,
I don't even remember any more
As they say around here,
To another dog
With that bone

You expected me to forgive you, to forgive you
As if I were the saintly cuckold
Look at my face, see, I am a man
And one does not go around dishing out forgiveness

Get some sense, girl, get some sense
Get some sense, girl, get some sense
I was going to marry you, I almost made a mistake
And now I can't even look at you, I might do something crazy

You expected me to forgive you, to forgive you
As if I were the saintly cuckold
Look at my face, see, I am a man
And one does not go around dishing out forgiveness

You expected me to forgive you, to forgive you
As if I were the saintly cuckold
Look at my face, see, I am a man
And one does not go around dishing out forgiveness