Текст и перевод песни Milk & Sugar - Canto del Pilón (Afterlife Radio Edit)

Canto del Pilón (Afterlife Radio Edit)

Dale duro a ese pilon,
Que se acabe de romper,
Que en el monte hay mucho palo,
Y papa lo sabe hacer.

Ya me duele la cabeza
De tanto darle al pilon,
Para engordar un cochino
Y comprarme un camison.

All? arriba en aquel cerro
′T? un matrimonio civil,
Se casa la bemba 'e burro,
Con el pescuezo ′e violin.

Y la zoqueta se cree,
Que todo se lo merece
Y vive en un pe'azo 'e rancho
Que el viento se lo estremece.

Yo no quiero hombre casa′o,
Porque ′jiede' a mata dura,
Yo lo quiero solterito,
Que huele a pila madura.

Dale duro a ese pilon,
Que se acabe de romper,
Que en el monte hay mucho palo,
Y papa lo sabe hacer

Mortar Wielding Song (Afterlife Radio Edit)

Hit that mortar hard,
So we can use it again,
There's wood aplenty on the mountain,
And Papa knows how to get it.

My head's aching now,
From pounding on the mortar so,
To fatten up a pig,
So I can buy myself a nightie.

Up there on that hill,
There's a strange wedding,
A burro's snout is to marry,
The neck of a violin.

And the little miss thinks,
That she deserves everything,
She lives in a tiny little hut,
That trembles in the wind.

I want no married man,
For he reeks of labor,
I want him single,
For he smells of ripe fruit.

Hit that mortar hard,
So we can use it again,
There's wood aplenty on the mountain,
And Papa knows how to get it.