Lyrics of Aburrida la Vida - El Haragán y Compañía, Andrea Echeverri

Aburrida la Vida (original)

Aburrida la vida se la pasa en la cocina
Haciendo cuentas para el gasto
Y su espozo en la cantina no la saca ni a la esquina
A pura risa la vida se la pasa en la cantina
Aventandose unas cercias malgastando la morraya
Y su espoza alla en la casa
Pegada en el lavadero te has pasado kince años
Kince años de tu vida mas de cinco mas de siete
Tiene ke no vas ni al cine…
Neurotica, neurotica, neurotica vas a terminar neurotica
Neurotica, neurotica, neurotica vas a terminar neurotica
Ya le gritas a tus hijos no controlas tus sentidos
Ya no sabes lo ke dices…
Los años los sufrimuientos los problemas los lamentos
Terminaron con tu rostro con tus kince primaveras
Y pensar ke fue una noche, una nuche sabatina
Y ke te fuiste pa la eskina, fue al calor de unos alcoholes
Ke se prolongo la charla
No habian anticonceptivos no inventaron
Los condones te deabrocho el vestido…
Y ya vez de akello no keda nada
Y ya vez de akello no keda nada
Y ya vez de akello no keda nada
Y ya vez de akello no keda nada
Casi nada mas bien nada
Ella.
Es una buena mujer…
El. No le da ni para comer…
Ella.
Es una buena mujer…
El. No le da ni para comer…
Ella.
Es una buena mujer…
El. No le da ni para comer…
Ella.
Es una buena mujer…
El. No le da ni para comer…
Ni para comer, ni para comeer

(translation)

Bored life is spent in the kitchen
Making accounts for spending
And her husband of hers in the bar doesn't even take her out to the corner
With pure laughter, life is spent in the canteen
Throwing some cercias wasting the morraya
And his wife there in the house
Stuck in the laundry room you have spent fifteen years
Fifteen years of your life more than five more than seven
You have ke you don't even go to the movies...
Neurotica, neurotica, neurotica you're going to end up neurotica
Neurotica, neurotica, neurotica you're going to end up neurotica
You already yell at your children, you don't control your senses
You don't know what you're saying anymore...
The years, the suffering, the problems, the regrets
They finished with your face with your fifteen springs
And to think that it was one night, a Saturday night
And you went to the corner, it was in the heat of some alcohol
Ke the talk was prolonged
There were no contraceptives they did not invent
Condoms unbutton your dress...
And at the time of Akello I did not keda anything
And at the time of Akello I did not keda anything
And at the time of Akello I did not keda anything
And at the time of Akello I did not keda anything
almost nothing rather nothing
She.
She is a good woman...
Him. She doesn't even give him anything to eat...
She.
She is a good woman...
Him. She doesn't even give him anything to eat...
She.
She is a good woman...
Him. She doesn't even give him anything to eat...
She.
She is a good woman...
Him. She doesn't even give him anything to eat...
Neither to eat nor to eat