Текст и перевод песни Los Piojos - Cancheros

Cancheros

No queremos las migas
No queremos la hiel
No queremos la mugre
Nena que joder
No queremos las sobras
No queremos la piel
No somos tus mendigos
Digo que va a ser

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
Que triste debe ser

Acostado
Sin un cobre
Estas cansado
De esta vida pobre
Parece fácil parece que lo es
Pero cuando te pega
Te quiero ver que 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 a 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, los cancheros
Muertos
¿Los cancheros?
Muertos
Los cancheros, los cancheros, los cancheros
Muertos
Comenzaste a buscar
Alguien que tuviera
Magia para dar
Comenzaste a buscar
Un corazón muy simple
Un corazón abierto
Un corazón de bombo
Un corazón de bombo

No queremos las migas
No queremos la hiel
No queremos la mugre
Nena que joder
No queremos las sobras
No queremos la piel
Ni somos tus mendigos
Digo que va a ser

Acostado
Sin un cobre
Estas cansado
Vida pobre
Acostado
Sin un cobre
Estas cansado
Vida pobre
Acostado
Sin un cobre
Estas cansado
Vida pobre
Acostado
Vida pobre

Posers

We don't want the scraps
We don't want the gall
We don't want the grime
Baby, what a pain
We don't want the leftovers
We don't want the skin
We're not your beggars
I'm telling you, it's gonna be

We don't want to lick
Your paper tongue
We don't want the remains
Of your good faith
We don't want the crack
Nor your fish face
Giving out prizes on TV
They just want you to laugh
How sad it must be

Lying down
Penniless
You're tired
Of this poor life
It seems easy, it seems like it is
But when it hits you
I want to see what you do
Your whole life watching
The posers who knew how to talk

You stayed, trapped
With a caged 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 posers?
Dead
The posers, the posers, the posers
Dead
The posers?
Dead
The posers, the posers, the posers
Dead
You started to search
For someone with
Magic to give
You started to search
For a very simple heart
An open heart
A heart of a bass drum
A heart of a bass drum

We don't want the scraps
We don't want the gall
We don't want the grime
Baby, what a pain
We don't want the leftovers
We don't want the skin
We're not your beggars
I'm telling you, it's gonna be

Lying down
Penniless
You're tired
Poor life
Lying down
Penniless
You're tired
Poor life
Lying down
Penniless
You're tired
Poor life
Lying down
Poor life