Текст и перевод песни Luis Eduardo Aute - Vaya Faena (Remasterizado)

Vaya Faena (Remasterizado)

lo veo muy mal,
te juro que en mi vida he visto nada igual,
es que es muy fuerte, Paco,
el corte en canal,
un poco más y el tajo pudo ser fatal.
Pero te lo mereces
por corto mental,
te haría bien que te pusieras un bozal
y ella ¡mejor dejarlo!,
sois tal para cual,
tu chica es una fiera y tu un irracional.
Vaya faena, vaya faena,
ese guiñapo
ya no entra al trapo
ni sujeto con ballenas
ni amarrado con cadenas.
Mira que eres bocazas,
que no se hace así,
a quién demonios se le ocurre si no a ti
soltarle a bocajarro
¡a tu Mariví!
Que vas a abandonarla por un travestí
surrealismo es esto,
no lo de Dalí,
si en vez de hacérselo a ella me lo haces a mí,
te lo aseguro, amigo,
¿ves el bisturí?,
no vuelves en tu zorra vida a hacer pipí.
Vaya faena, vaya muñeco,
esto te pasa,
¡menuda guasa!,
por entrar a palo seco
y montártelo de sueco.
Ese mariconeo se llama furor
me importa un pito si es la moda en Nueva York.
mi nombre es Federico
y soy tu doctor,
atiéndeme que quien avisa no es traidor;
vete a las islas griegas
con ese señor,
en Ios creo que el capullo ya esta en flor
y pasa de tu chica,
será lo mejor;
yo mismo intentare aliviarla en su dolor.
Vaya faena de alta costura
te coso el roto
en el escroto
si es que me prometes
que solo la metes en cintura.

What a Mess (Remastered)

I see you're in a bad way,
I swear I've never seen anything like it,
it's just too much, Paco,
the cut to the channel,
a little more and the cut could have been fatal.
But you deserve it
for your short mind,
it would do you good to put on a muzzle
and her, you better just let her go!,
you're a perfect match,
your girl is a beast and you're an irrational one.
What a mess, what a mess,
that rag
won't take the bait anymore
not even held with whales
not even tied with chains.
Look at you, you're a chatterbox,
you don't do that,
who in the world would think of it except you
to blurt it out
to your Mariví!
That you're going to abandon her for a transvestite
this is surrealism,
not Dalí's,
if instead of doing it to her you did it to me,
I assure you, friend,
do you see the scalpel?,
you'll never pee again in your life.
What a mess, what a doll,
this is what happens to you,
what a joke!,
for going in cold
and making it up as you go along.
That kind of foolishness is called furor
I don't give a damn if it's the fashion in New York.
My name is Federico
and I'm your doctor,
pay attention to me because he who warns is not a traitor;
go to the Greek islands
with that gentleman,
in Ios I think the sprout is already in bloom
and forget about your girl,
it'll be the best thing;
I'll try to ease her pain myself.
What a mess of haute couture
I'll sew up the tear
in your scrotum
if you promise me
that you only put her in check.