Текст и перевод песни Maldita Vecindad & Los Hijos del Quinto Patio - El Chulo

El Chulo

Viene aquel chulo cruzando la Alameda
Con la changuita que ya ligó
Se faja, se peina,
Nomás una chaineada,
Que facha, que tipo,
Le tiran unas chavas.
Tiene 10 años dejados en el tanque
Aunque, me caí, ni la sintió.
Poncha que rola, prendiendo la choya
De aquél que se deje encandilar.
Viene caminando, casi está bailando,
Chatos pasan raudos, los viene driblando.
Se va con la cholita,
Se chuta una viejita,
Se tira un chanflazo,
Ahora un cabezaso
Y vive goleando la canija vida.
Sus manos roladas,
Su cara charrasqueada,
Sus ojos, ¡aguas!,
Te cachan de volada.
Su mujer baila en el congal Tijuana,
Ahí se coopera con la luz.
El alma solita aguanta siempre la vara,
El miedo no cabe, se va a la tiznada.
A la tiznada

The Pimp

That pimp is crossing the Alameda
With the chick he just picked up
He puts on his belt, he combs his hair,
Just a quick jerk,
What a face, what a guy,
The girls are throwing themselves at him.
He has 10 years left in the tank
Although, I fell, he didn't even notice.
He's rolling a joint, lighting up the doobie
For anyone who lets themselves be dazzled by him.
He's walking along, almost dancing,
The cops pass by quickly, he dribbles past them.
He goes with the young woman,
He scores with an old woman,
He kicks a can,
Now a headbutt
And he keeps scoring goals against the bitchy life.
His hands are rolled up,
His face is wrinkled,
His eyes, watch out!,
They'll catch you in a flash.
His woman dances in the Tijuana congal,
There he contributes to the light.
His lonely soul always holds the stick,
Fear doesn't fit, it goes to the tiznada.
To the tiznada