Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ayer Bajé al Poblao, artist - José Larralde. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: Spanish
Ayer Bajé al Poblao(original) |
| Letra de Ayer Bajé al PoblaoAyer, bajé al poblao pucha que andaba |
| Con ganas de agarrarme un pedo flor |
| ¿Con qué? |
| me dije Ahijuna, si no agarre ninguna |
| Y no hay quién fíe ni un trago de favor |
| La liebre es una luz con tanta bala |
| Mi viejo doce chico ni tosió |
| Las balas del pueblero, pelaron los potreros |
| Haciéndole un augero al pobre peón |
| Ayer bajé al poblao puta que andaba |
| Con ganas de pelearme hasta con Dios |
| Mira un poco pa bajo, tirame algún trabajo |
| Mira que yo entovía creo en vos |
| La liebre es una luz con tanta bala |
| Mi perro ni las ve pa donde van |
| Entre los pajonales, se han enredao mis males |
| Por un cuerito flaco que es mi pan |
| El asunto viene duro viene |
| Alguna changa y algún cuerito casi que a veces alcanza |
| No le viá decir que pa mucho, pero mucho no hace falta tampoco |
| La macana es con los del pueblo, traen unas brutas escopeta, sabe… |
| Y entre que no hay trabajo y entre que vienen tantos vió |
| Y pa nosotros nada vió… que va a hacer |
| La liebre es una luz con tanta bala |
| Mi viejo doce chico ni tosió |
| Las balas del pueblero, pelaron los potreros |
| Haciéndole un augero al pobre peón |
| Y entre los pajonales se han enredao mis males |
| Por un cuerito flaco que es mi pan… |
| (translation) |
| Lyrics of Yesterday I went down to PoblaoYesterday, I went down to Poblao pucha I was walking |
| Eager to grab a flower fart |
| With what? |
| I told myself Ahijuna, if I don't grab any |
| And there is no one who trusts not even a drink of favor |
| The hare is a light with so many bullets |
| My old twelve boy didn't even cough |
| The villager's bullets peeled the paddocks |
| Booming the poor pawn |
| Yesterday I went down to the poblao bitch that was walking |
| Wanting to fight even with God |
| Look a little low, throw me some work |
| Look, I used to believe in you |
| The hare is a light with so many bullets |
| My dog doesn't even see them where they go |
| Among the grasslands, my evils have become entangled |
| For a skinny skinny guy who is my bread |
| The matter comes hard it comes |
| Some changa and some cuerito almost that sometimes reaches |
| I didn't see him say that he paid a lot, but he doesn't need much either |
| The club is with those from the town, they bring some brutal shotguns, you know... |
| And between the fact that there is no work and the fact that so many come, he saw |
| And he didn't see anything for us... what is he going to do |
| The hare is a light with so many bullets |
| My old twelve boy didn't even cough |
| The villager's bullets peeled the paddocks |
| Booming the poor pawn |
| And among the grasslands my ills have become entangled |
| For a skinny skinny guy who is my bread… |