Текст и перевод песни Porretas - ¡Aijó!

¡Aijó!

Mirada triste de hombre mayor
La cara curtida de estar al sol
Ya no siente el dolor
Toda la vida en la construcción.
Metido en el tajo, hecho un cabrón
Pero nunca se quejo
La reuma le destrozo
Las manos curtidas, solo heredo
De su p profesión.

"Aijo", "Aijo", cantaba por las mañanas
"Aijo", "Aijo", joder como curraba
"Aijo", "Aijo", con la pala a la espalda
"Aijo", "Aijo", con la frente sudada.

Y al final se jubilo
Pero aquel año no cobro
Porque las palmo.
La moraleja de esta canción
Que no te fies de ningun patrón
Que mucho prometio.

"Aijo", "Aijo", cantaba por las mañanas
"Aijo", "Aijo", joder como curraba
"Aijo", "Aijo", con la pala a la espalda
"Aijo", "Aijo", con la frente sudada.

Hey there!

A sad look on an old man's face
His skin weathered from years in the sun
He no longer feels the pain
A lifetime spent in construction.
Toiling away, like a tireless bull
But he never complained
Rheumatism has ravaged him
His weathered hands, his only legacy
From his profession.

"Hey there", "Hey there", he'd sing in the mornings
"Hey there", "Hey there", how he worked
"Hey there", "Hey there", with a shovel on his back
"Hey there", "Hey there", his brow dripping with sweat.

And finally, he retired
But that year, he didn't collect
Because he died.
The moral of this song
Is to never trust a boss
Who makes big promises.

"Hey there", "Hey there", he'd sing in the mornings
"Hey there", "Hey there", how he worked
"Hey there", "Hey there", with a shovel on his back
"Hey there", "Hey there", his brow dripping with sweat.