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

Canto del Pilón (Yves Murasca 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

Canto del Pilón (Yves Murasca Radio Edit)

Hit that pestle hard,
Let it break completely,
There's plenty of wood in the forest,
And dad knows how to make one.

My head is already sore
From hitting the pestle so much,
To fatten up a pig
And buy myself a nightgown.

Up there on that hill
Will be a civil ceremony,
The mule's lips is getting married,
To the violin neck.

And the hussy believes,
That she deserves everything
And lives in a small piece of land
That the wind shakes.

I don't want a married man,
Because they 'stink' of scrubland,
I want him single,
Who smells like ripe fruit.

Hit that pestle hard,
Let it break completely,
There's plenty of wood in the forest,
And dad knows how to make one