Текст и перевод песни Porretas - Compadre Ramires

Compadre Ramires

Ay fue culpa la tequila
La que la razón me quita
Yo solo iba pal trabajo.
Y allí se encontraba Ramires
En la puerta la cantina
Pues vamos a echar un trago.
Y aunque yo te reconosco
Que hoy vengo tomado
Pero suelta ya ese palo
Que ya sabes que
Cuando estoy borracho
Los palos no me duelen
Aunque me pongas morado.
Anda andale ese pobrecito
Si le coge la Maria
Lo va a poner a caldo.
Anda andale ese pobrecito
Si le coge la Maria
Duerme hoy al raso.
Auy que a pecho te has tomado
Que yo venga contento
Aunque venga sin un chavo.
Y es que el compadre Ramires
Estaba celebrando
Su cumpleaños antisipado.
Ay yo te juro por Dios
Y me cago en el copón
Que hoy dejo el morapio.
Si tu me juras que con ese palo
Con el que me has pegado
Te lo metes por el río.
Si tu me juras que con ese palo
Con el que me as pegado
Te lo metes por el culo.
Anda andale ese pobrecito
Si le coge la Maria
Lo va a poner a caldo.
Anda andale ese pobrecito
Si le coge la Maria a ese
Le rompen los huesos.
Anda andale ese borrachito
Que le dice a la Maria
¡Ojalá te parta un rayo!
Anda andale ese borrachito
Que le dice a la Maria
¡Ojalá te parta un rayo!

Compadre Ramires

Oh, it was the fault of the tequila
Which takes away my reason
I was only going to work
And there was Ramires
At the door of the tavern
So let's have a drink.
And although I recognize you
That today I'm drunk
But let go of that stick
You know that
When I'm drunk
The sticks don't hurt me
Even if you make me black and blue.
Oh, go on, that poor little thing
If Maria gets a hold of him
She'll give him hell.
Oh, go on, that poor little thing
If Maria gets a hold of him
He'll be sleeping outside tonight.
Oops, you've taken it to heart
That I'm happy
Even though I don't have a dime.
And it's that compadre Ramires
Was celebrating
His birthday in advance.
Oh, I swear to God
And I'll curse in the chalice
That today I'll quit the hooch.
If you swear to me that with that stick
With which you have beaten me
You'll shove it up your ass.
If you swear to me that with that stick
With which you have beaten me
You'll shove it up your ass.
Oh, go on, that poor little thing
If Maria gets a hold of him
She'll give him hell.
Oh, go on, that poor little thing
If Maria gets a hold of him
He'll get his bones broken.
Oh, go on, that poor little drunk
Who says to Maria
I hope you get struck by lightning!
Oh, go on, that poor little drunk
Who says to Maria
I hope you get struck by lightning!