Текст и перевод песни S.B.S. - La Cruda

La Cruda

Hoy les voy a describir
Antes de poder morir
A los que quieran oir
Que espantosa es una cruda
Se te arruga el corazon
La cabeza te revienta
Das aliento de dragon
Se te quema la garganta
Y por si eso fuera poco
Dice te vieja te regana
Ora Viejo barrigon
Ya perdiste la verguenza
Ahora quieres de pilon
Que te cure ya la panza
Te urge ya tu menudito
Sino estamos en bonanza
Todo te lo echas de alcohol
La quincena no me alcanza
Eso dice la vieja
Hay diocito si borracho te ofendi
En la cruda me sales debiendo
Mis hermanos! yo conozco todos
Los resumideros de mexico y mexico
De todas partes, sigan mis consejos
Ahi les voy, fijense bien, ahi les voy.
Yo les quiero sugerir
Si se quieren divertir
Una que otra pulqueria
Pa' que salga mas barato
Cuando mas picado estoy
Voy a los siete compadres
A los sabios sin estudios
A las glorias de gahona
A la hija de los apaches
Y ademas mencionare
Uno de muchos plumajes
Que por cierto ya cerraron
Pues habia libertinaje
Dicen que iban muchas rorras
Pero eran muy ponedoras
La pulqueria se llamaba
Me acuerdo! me acuerdo!
Las licuadoras
Habia pleitos a todas horas
Un relajo aquel que bonito
Se ponia, pero hay,ay,ay,
Hay diocito si borracho te ofendi
En lacruda me sales debiendo
Hay mis cuates! .hay
Pero yo se un consejo
Ustedes enojensele a la vieja
Fijense los resultados,fijense
Ahi voy, consejo sano
Consejo fuerte
Oigan cuates por favor
Pongame mucha atencion
Cuando falten asu casa
Pintensen un gran moreton
Haganse los enojados
Echenle culpa a la poli
Dense dos o tres gatasos
En medio de las quijadas
Que se vean muy maltratados
Pa' que la vieja se apure
Se le ablande el corazon
Les diga, Mi papacito
Perdoname ya el corton
Al cabo nada me importa
Yo le hare a lavanderia
Chamberare de noche y dia
Pero no te vayas mi alma
No dejes a tu viejita
Chambeare toda la vida
Porque me haces muy feliz
Eres lo mejor del mundo
Para eso de los amores
Papacito, aunque sea en petate duro
Todo me sabe a melon
Pero viejo te lo pido
Te lo pido por favor
Papacito de mi vida por piedad
Soy tu vieja siguete emborrachando!
Se los dije yo gane!

The Hangover

Today, I will describe
Before I even die
To those who want to hear
How awful a hangover is
Your heart wrinkles up
Your head explodes
You breathe dragon fire
Your throat burns
And if that wasn't enough
Your old lady scolds you
Oh, old pot-bellied man
You've lost all shame
Now you want me to cure
Your belly on top of it all
You urgently need your menudo
Even though we're not well-off
You spend everything on alcohol
The paycheck doesn't last
That's what the old lady says
Oh my God, if I offended you drunk
In the hangover, you come out owing me
My brothers! I know them all
The dives of Mexico and Mexico City
From everywhere, follow my advice
Here I go, pay attention, here I go.
I want to suggest
If you want to have fun
A pulqueria or two
To make it cheaper
When I'm feeling the worst
I go to the Seven Compadres
To the Wise Without Studies
To the Glories of Gahona
To the Daughter of the Apaches
And I will also mention
One of Many Plumages
Which by the way they closed down
Because there was debauchery
They say many prostitutes went there
But they were very hardworking
The pulqueria was called
I remember! I remember!
The Blenders
There were fights at all hours
A beautiful mess it was
It became, but oh, oh, oh,
Oh my God, if I offended you drunk
In the hangover, you come out owing me
Oh my buddies! Oh
But I know a trick
Get angry with the old lady
See the results, just watch
Here I go, healthy advice
Strong advice
Listen buddies, please
Pay close attention
When you're missing from home
Paint yourself a big bruise
Act angry
Blame it on the cops
Give yourself two or three scratches
In the middle of your jaw
Make yourself look battered
So that the old lady rushes
Her heart softens
She tells you, My little daddy
Forgive me for cutting you off
In the end, nothing matters
I will do laundry
I will work day and night
But don't go, my soul
Don't leave your old lady
I will work all my life
Because you make me very happy
You are the best in the world
For those things about love
Daddy, even on a hard mat
Everything tastes like melon to me
But old man, I ask you
I ask you please
Daddy of my life, have mercy
I'm your old lady, keep getting drunk!
I told you I'd win!