Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La Cruda , by - ANTONIO AGUILAR. Release date: 31.12.1995
Song language: Spanish
La Cruda(original) |
| 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 |
| D’ce te vieja te regana |
| Ora Viejo barrigon |
| Ya perdiste la verguenza |
| Ahora quieres de pilon |
| Que te cure ya la panza |
| T’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, ya, yay… |
| 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 |
| Desnse 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! |
| (translation) |
| Today I am going to describe |
| Before I can die |
| To those who want to hear |
| How frightening is a hangover |
| Your heart is wrinkled |
| your head is busting |
| You give dragon breath |
| your throat burns |
| And as if that were not enough |
| D'ce you old scolds you |
| Pray old paunch |
| You already lost your shame |
| Now you want pilon |
| Let your belly heal now |
| T'urge now your little |
| Otherwise we are in bonanza |
| You take everything from alcohol |
| The fortnight is not enough for me |
| That says the old |
| There is a god if drunk I offended you |
| In the raw you leave me owing |
| "My brothers… ! |
| I know everyone |
| The drains of mexico and mexico |
| From everywhere, follow my advice |
| Here I go... look closely... here I go» |
| I want to suggest |
| If they want to have fun |
| One or another pulqueria |
| So that it comes out cheaper |
| when i'm stung |
| 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 already closed |
| Well there was debauchery |
| They say that there were many rorras |
| But they were very laying |
| The pulqueria was called |
| I remember! |
| I remember |
| … the blenders |
| There were lawsuits at all hours |
| A relaxation that beautiful |
| It was put… but there, ya, yay… |
| There is a god if drunk I offended you |
| In lacruda you owe me |
| "There are my friends... there are |
| But I know a tip |
| You guys get mad at the old lady |
| Look at the results… look |
| Here I go… sound advice |
| strong advice» |
| Hey guys please |
| Pay close attention to me |
| when they miss home |
| Paint a big bruise |
| act angry |
| blame the cops |
| Lay down two or three cats |
| In the middle of the jaws |
| They look very abused |
| So that the old woman hurry up |
| Your heart softens |
| I told them..."My daddy... |
| Forgive me for the short |
| After all, nothing matters to me |
| I will do the laundry |
| Chamberare night and day |
| But don't go my soul |
| Don't leave your old lady |
| I will chambear my whole life |
| because you make me very happy |
| You're the best in the world |
| For that of the loves |
| Papacito, even if it's in a hard bag |
| Everything tastes like melon |
| But old man I ask you |
| I ask you please… |
| Papacito of my life for mercy |
| I'm your old lady keep getting drunk!" |
| I told you I won! |