Текст и перевод песни Los Piojos - Cancheros - En Vivo

Cancheros - En Vivo

Come on, everybody

No queremos las migas, no queremos la hiel
No queremos la mugre, nena, qué joder
No queremos las sobras, no queremos la piel
No somos tus mendigos, digo, qué va a hacer

No queremos pasarle la lengua a tu papel
No queremos los restos de tu buena fe
No queremos la tuca, ni tu cara de pescadito
Regalando premios desde TV
Solo quieren que te rías, qué triste debe ser

Acostado, sin un cobre
Estás cansado de esta vida pobre
Parece fácil, parece que lo es
Pero, cuando te pega, te quiero ver qué hacés
Toda la vida mirando pasar
A los cancheros que sabían hablar

Quedaste encerrado
Con un corazón acorralado
Fumando, fumando, fumando, fumando
Fumando, fumando, mirando la ventana
Fumando, fumando, fumando, fumando
Fumando, fumando, fumando marihuana
Y hubo un día en que no pudiste soportar
Y saliste a la calle porque tenías que gritar

Parece fácil, parece que lo es
Pero, cuando te pega, te quiero ver qué hacés
Toda la vida mirando pasar
A los cancheros que sabían hablar

Quedaste encerrado
Con un corazón acorralado
Fumando, fumando, fumando, fumando
Fumando, fumando, mirando la ventana
Fumando, fumando, fumando, fumando
Fumando, fumando, fumando marihuana
Y hubo un día en que no pudiste soportar
Y saliste a la calle porque tenías que gritar

¿Y los cancheros? Muertos
Los cancheros, los cancheros muertos
¿Y los cancheros? Muertos
Los cancheros, los cancheros muertos
Los cancheros muertos

Comenzaste a buscar a alguien
Que tuviera magia para dar
Comenzaste a buscar un corazón simple
Un corazón abierto, un corazón de bombo
Un corazón de bombo

Acostado, sin un cobre
Estás cansado de esta vida pobre
Acostado, sin un cobre
Estás cansado de esta vida pobre
Acostado, sin un cobre
Acostado

Muchas gracias

The hipsters - Live

Come on, baby

We don't want the crumbs, we don't want the gall
We don't want the dirt, baby, what the heck
We don't want the leftovers, we don't want the skin
We are not your beggars, I mean, what are you going to do

We don't want to lick your paper
We don't want the remains of your good faith
We don't want the weed, nor your fish face
Giving away prizes from TV
They just want you to laugh, how sad it must be

Laying down, without a penny
You are tired of your poor life
It seems easy, it seems that it is
But when it hits you, I want to see what you do
All your life watching them pass by
The hipsters who could talk

You were locked up
With a trapped heart
Smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking
Smoking, smoking, looking out the window
Smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking
Smoking, smoking, smoking marijuana
And there came a day when you couldn't take it anymore
And you went out into the street because you had to scream

It seems easy, it seems that it is
But when it hits you, I want to see what you do
All your life watching them pass by
The hipsters who could talk

You were locked up
With a trapped heart
Smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking
Smoking, smoking, looking out the window
Smoking, smoking, smoking, smoking
Smoking, smoking, smoking marijuana
And there came a day when you couldn't take it anymore
And you went out into the street because you had to scream

And the hipsters? Dead
The hipsters, the hipsters dead
And the hipsters? Dead
The hipsters, the hipsters dead
The hipsters dead

And you started looking for someone
Who had some magic to give
And you started looking for a simple heart
An open heart, a bass drum heart
A bass drum heart

Laying down, without a penny
You are tired of your poor life
Laying down, without a penny
You are tired of your poor life
Laying down, without a penny
Laying down

Thanks a lot