Translation of the song lyrics Eres Zapato Pisado - ANTONIO AGUILAR

Eres Zapato Pisado (original)

Ay ay ay!
Chancla de mula de rancho
Re torcida y fea, fea fea fea
Zapato de media zuela
Ya te pise y ahi te dejo
Cuando nuevesito estabas
Yo te bolie muy parejo
Pero ahora ni el brillo agarras
Ere puro cuero viejo (y arrugao)
Me diste mil tropezones
Querias dejarme tirado
Con todos tus resbalones
Quedates muy desgastado
Solo te quedan tacones
Y clavos que te he dejado
Eres zapato pisado
Paseado por onde quiera
Ya tienes la horma perdida
Tu numero es de cualquiera
Con todos das la medida
Y hasta te sobra carrera
Ay ay ay!
Si mujer
Eres de un malnil, muy pareja
Y eres como la mazorca, que donde quiera se desgrana
Sigue arrastrando en el suelo
Dale tu amor a cualquiera
Sigue gozando la vida
Al cabo nada te queda
Eres de zuela corrida
Yo te gaste la primera
La chacla vieja que tiro
Que la recoja el que quiera
Al que le guste el partido
Que te haga su compañera
Al cabo no vivo engreido
Chanclas hay por donde quera
Eres zapato pisado
Paseado por onde quiera (como bota retorcida)
Ya tienes la horma perdida
Tu numero es de cualquiera
Con todos das la medida
Y hasta te sobra carrera

Eres Zapato Pisado (translation)

Ay ay ay!
Ranch Mule Flip Flop
Twisted and ugly, ugly ugly ugly
Half shoe
I already stepped on you and I'll leave you there
when you were new
I played you very even
But now you don't even grab the shine
You are pure old leather (and wrinkled)
You gave me a thousand trips
you wanted to leave me lying
With all your slips
you stay very worn
You only have heels left
And nails that I have left you
you are shoe stepped on
strolled wherever you want
You already have the lost last
Your number belongs to anyone
With all you give the measure
And you even have plenty of career
Ay ay ay!
Yes woman
You are from a malnil, very even
And you are like the cob, that wherever it shells
Keep dragging on the ground
Give your love to anyone
keep enjoying life
After all, you have nothing left
You are from zuela corrida
I spent the first
The old chacla that I throw away
Let whoever wants pick it up
who likes the game
make you his partner
After all, I don't live conceited
Flip flops are everywhere
you are shoe stepped on
Strolled wherever you want (like a twisted boot)
You already have the lost last
Your number belongs to anyone
With all you give the measure
And you even have plenty of career