Текст и перевод песни Pedro Infante - Coplas

Coplas

La gente dice sincera cada que se hace un casorio
Que el novio siempre la quiera
Sino que le hagan velorio
Para esta novia no hay pena pues va a tener buen marido
Jorge bueno es cosa buena por lo menos de apellido

Jorge bueno, es muy bueno
Hijo de bueno también
Y su abuelo, ¡ay que bueno!
Quién se llamara como él

Échenle, pero más arriba

Procuraré ser tan bueno como dice mi apellido
Que se trague su veneno el que velorio ha pedido
Pedro es malo de apellido, retachar es su cuarteta
Él nomás es presumido porque no es malo, es maleta

Pedro malo, es muy malo
Malo por obligación
Y su abuelo, ¡uy que malo!
Hay que comprarle su león

En una mañana de oro alguien nublaba el paisaje
Eran un cuervo y un loro arrancándose el plumaje
Hay que olvidar lo pasado si la culpable es la suerte
Que bueno y malo mezclado en regular se convierte

Yo soy malo, no lo niego, pero qusiera mezlcar
Malo y bueno, por si sale, algo que sea regular

Cierto alacrán de carroña un colmenar visitaba
Para ver si la ponzoña con la miel se le quitaba
Cómo no será lo bueno para placer del malvado
Con la miel y su veneno hoy anda el pobre purgado

Que lo entienda, que lo entienda
Si es que lo sabe entender
Y si acaso, no lo entiende
Hay que obligarlo a entender

Te consta que no soy tonto, como tú
Lo has presumido

Tonto no, si entrometido
Por el hambre de amistades

El hambre siempre la calmo con el manjar del amigo

Méndigo es, sino, mendigo
El que roba a sus amigos

Tú lo dices

Lo sostengo

No te vayas a cansar

No le saques

Si le saco

Pos se acabó este cantar

Couplets

People truthfully say, every time there's a wedding,
That the groom should always love her,
Or else they'll hold a wake for him.
This bride has no worries, she's getting a good husband,
Jorge Bueno, he's a good thing, at least by his last name.

Jorge Bueno, he's very good,
Son of a good man too,
And his grandfather, oh so good!
Who wouldn't want a name like his?

Sing it louder, even higher!

I'll try to be as good as my last name says,
May he swallow his venom, the one who asked for a wake.
Pedro Malo, bad by his last name, retorts with his verse,
He's just showing off, because he's not bad, he's a suitcase (useless).

Pedro Malo, he's very bad,
Bad by obligation,
And his grandfather, oh so bad!
Someone should buy him a lion.

On a golden morning, someone clouded the landscape,
It was a crow and a parrot, pulling out each other's feathers.
We must forget the past if fate is to blame,
That good and bad mixed together becomes average.

I'm bad, I don't deny it, but I'd like to mix,
Bad and good, just in case it turns out, something average.

A certain carrion scorpion visited a beehive,
To see if the venom would go away with honey.
How good must it be for the pleasure of the wicked,
With honey and its venom, today the poor thing is purged.

Let him understand, let him understand,
If he can understand,
And if by chance, he doesn't understand,
We must force him to understand.

You know I'm not stupid, like you,
You've bragged about it.

Not stupid, but nosy,
Because of the hunger for friendships.

I always calm my hunger with the delicacy of a friend.

He's a scoundrel, if not a beggar,
The one who steals from his friends.

You said it.

I stand by it.

Don't wear yourself out.

Don't take it out.

If I take it out.

Well, this song is over.