Текст и перевод песни Los Hermanos Campos - Linda Mi Suegra / El Chico Le Pega Al Grande / Pistolero De Cartón

Linda Mi Suegra / El Chico Le Pega Al Grande / Pistolero De Cartón

Oye Marcialo
¿Qué pasó?
Ya no más, dilo

Uno pa' mi suegra
Mi suegra es bien remacisa
Pesa 180 kilo
Yo sudo cinto martilo
Al verme, senco le eriza
Tiembla el suelo cuando pisa
La llaman la vieja clueca
Porque tiene su voz hueca
Y también nariz bichona
Usa polleras raonas
Pa' lucir las piernas chuecas
(Jajaja)

Yo le voy a contestar
Contesta, contesta
Los que tengas suegra buena
Disculpen lo que este ha hablado
Él, como no tiene suegra
Está lairando de picao'

Aquí te quería pillar sin venguenza
Ay no suegrecita linda, no, no, no
Y le voy a cantar la cuequita suya
La cluequita, mi linda suegra

Mi suegra, mi suegra me quiere mucho
Caramba mi suegro, mi suegro también me adora
Caramba mi suegro, mi suegro también me adora

La quiero, la que nunca me ha querido
Caramba la que te, la que tengo de señora
Caramba mi suegra, mi suegra me quiere mucho
Tengo buenos cuñados
Caramba lindas cuñadas
Esas sí que me gustan
Caramba son re engachadas

Tengo buenos cuñados
Caramba lindas cuñadas
Con retachaja y si
Caramba tengo unas cuantas
Cuando me quedo afuera
Peleo con la que es santa
Mejor para pasear
Me voy con la sucursal

El chico, el chico le pegó al grande
Por diablo, por diablo y enamorado
Por diablo, por diablo y enamorado
Le saca, le sacaron la murienda
Lindo cuer, lindo cuerpo pafinado
El chico, el chico le pegó al grande
Un guaso chiquitito, caramba le dio la trilla
Le tupia y le daba
Caramba por las costillas
Un guaso chiquitito, caramba le dio la trilla

Por las costillas
Y le nombraba su mamita
El grandote gritaba
Y llamaba a su abuelita
El guaso chiquitito
Le pegó al manzo tontito

Tan sonando los panderos
Y a dor el contrabajo
Y que se meta el tormento
Pa' bailar de punta y taco

Ta' sonando la acordiona
Y Catalina en el piano
Un mazón en la guitarra
Yo canto con mi hermano
Buena mi compadre
Vamos y la atarmala tal vez
Cantamos con la cueca bailadita y cantadita
Dame, damela

Ahora vamos con el pistolero de cartón
Ojo que se las da de guapo con pistola

Pistole, pistolero de cartón
Caramba y en el bar, en el barrio lo llamaban
Caramba y en el bar, en el barrio lo llamaban
Cada vez, cada vez que armaba roja
Caramba casi sien, casi siempre lo rajaban
Allá va pistole, pistolero de cartón
Al sacar el trabuco, pa darsela de matón
Le picaban la pierda, caramba como detrol
Al sacar el trabuco, pa' dárselas de maton
Como tembrora y si
No he visto guapo más leso
Que por dárselas de diablo
Caramba pasaba preso
En la cana llorando
Al guapo lo están zumbeando

My Lovely Mother-in-Law / The Small Guy Beats the Big Guy / Cardboard Pistolero

Hey Marcialo
What happened?
That's enough, say it

One for my mother-in-law
My mother-in-law is very tough
She weighs 180 kilos
I sweat like a blacksmith
Seeing me makes her hair stand on end
The ground shakes when she walks
They call her the old clucking hen
Because she has a hollow voice
And also a big nose
She wears short skirts
To show off her crooked legs
(Hahaha)

I'm going to answer you
Answer, answer
Those of you who have a good mother-in-law
Excuse what this man has said
He, since he doesn't have a mother-in-law
He's talking out of spite

I wanted to catch you here, shameless
Oh no, my lovely mother-in-law, no, no, no
And I'm going to sing your little song
The little song, my lovely mother-in-law

My mother-in-law, my mother-in-law loves me very much
Gosh, my father-in-law, my father-in-law adores me too
Gosh, my father-in-law, my father-in-law adores me too

I love her, the one who has never loved me
Gosh, the one I have as my wife
Gosh, my mother-in-law, my mother-in-law loves me very much
I have good brothers-in-law
Gosh, beautiful sisters-in-law
Those are the ones I like
Gosh, they are really hooked

I have good brothers-in-law
Gosh, beautiful sisters-in-law
With leftovers and yes
Gosh, I have a few
When I stay outside
I fight with the one who is a saint
Better to go for a walk
I'm going with the branch office

The small guy, the small guy beat the big guy
By the devil, by the devil and in love
By the devil, by the devil and in love
They took out, they took out his guts
Beautiful body, beautiful refined body
The small guy, the small guy beat the big guy
A tiny dude, gosh, he gave him a thrashing
He punched him and hit him
Gosh, in the ribs
A tiny dude, gosh, he gave him a thrashing

In the ribs
And he called for his mommy
The big guy was screaming
And calling for his granny
The tiny dude
Beat the tame fool

The tambourines are playing
And the double bass is golden
And let the torment come in
To dance on tiptoe and heel

The accordion is playing
And Catalina on the piano
A big guy on the guitar
I sing with my brother
Good my friend
Let's go and tie her up maybe
We sing with the cueca danced and sung
Give me, give it to me

Now let's go with the cardboard pistolero
Be careful, he acts tough with a gun

Pistole, cardboard pistolero
Gosh, and in the bar, in the neighborhood they called him
Gosh, and in the bar, in the neighborhood they called him
Every time, every time he caused trouble
Gosh, almost a hund, almost always they beat him up
There goes pistole, cardboard pistolero
When he pulled out his gun, to act like a tough guy
They kicked his leg, gosh, like a detroit
When he pulled out his gun, to act like a tough guy
Like a temblor and yes
I haven't seen a more stupid tough guy
That for acting like a devil
Gosh, he ended up in jail
In jail crying
They are beating up the tough guy