Текст и перевод песни Manuel Wirzt - Por Un Billete

Por Un Billete

Cara de cerdo, torpe al andar
Vive en las calles de esta ciudad
Por un billete puede lograr
Que algo se rompa en esta ciudad
No, no, no te acerques a mí
No, no, no me quieras herir
No, no, no te acerques a mí
No, no, no me quieras herir
Generalmente, no se lo ve
Solo los jueves tomando un café
Con los amigos que él cree tener
Son como perros, queriendo morder
No, no, no te acerques a mí
No, no, no me quieras herir
No, no, no te acerques a mí
No, no, no me quieras herir
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no,
No me quieras herir, no!
Y los domingos sale a pasear
Besa a sus hijos, amor les dará
Pero a la noche lo van a llamar
Por un billete saldrá a trabajar
No, no, no te acerques a mí
No, no, no me quieras herir.

For A Bill

Pig face, clumsy when walking
Living on the streets of this city
For a bill, he can make
Something break in this city
No, no, don't come near me
No, no, don't you want to hurt me
No, no, don't come near me
No, no, don't you want to hurt me
Usually, he is not seen
Only on Thursdays having a coffee
With the friends he believes he has
They are like dogs, wanting to bite
No, no, don't come near me
No, no, don't you want to hurt me
No, no, don't come near me
No, no, don't you want to hurt me
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
Don't hurt me, no!
And on Sundays, he goes for a walk
Kisses his children, love he will give
But at night, they'll call him
For a bill, he'll go to work
No, no, don't come near me
No, no, don't you want to hurt me