Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Elegía Pa' un Rajao, artist - José Larralde. Album song Como Quien Mira una Espera, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 03.07.2014
Record label: Distribuidora Belgrano Norte
Song language: Spanish
Elegía Pa' un Rajao(original) |
Letra de Elegía pa' un RajaoAnda moqueando el punto por el raje |
Que del laburo el patrón le dio |
Ya no le cabe más dolor ni un traje |
¡Que vida puta!, que lo repario |
Dicen que tiene la mujer jodida |
De comer viento se le reventó |
Que de hace tiempo ya es una lambida |
Ni pa saliva, dicen, que ganó |
Por perder siempre se ganó una risa |
Le dieron calle, pero se cayó |
Mala costumbre de juntar paliza |
Sin decir nunca que lo repario |
Juntó silencio como pa un entierro |
Con lo que venga siempre se arregló |
Faja la vida como un pobre perro |
Mascando el sarro de una vieja tos |
Se jugó a nada cuando habia pa' todo |
Nunca hizo trampa, lo cagó el honor |
Y hay que ser macho |
Que hoy que dobla el codo |
Dice bajito |
Ta que lo tiró |
Anda moqueando el punto por el raje |
Que del laburo el patrón le dio |
Ya no le cabe más dolor ni un traje |
¡que vida puta!, que lo repario |
(translation) |
Lyrics of Elegía pa' un RajaoAnda runny nose for the raje |
That of the work the boss gave him |
There is no more pain or a suit for him |
What a fucking life!, I repaired it |
They say that he has the woman fucked |
From eating wind she burst |
That for a long time she is already a lambida |
Not even saliva, they say, that she won |
For losing she always got a laugh |
They gave her the street, but she fell |
Bad habit of putting together beating |
Without ever saying that I repair it |
Gathered silence as for a funeral |
With whatever comes it was always fixed |
Strip life like a poor dog |
Chewing the tartar of an old cough |
He played for nothing when there was pa' everything |
He never cheated, he screwed up his honor |
And you have to be male |
That today that bends the elbow |
says softly |
ta who threw it |
He's running a runny nose through the crack |
That of the work the boss gave him |
There is no more pain or a suit for him |
What a fucking life!, I repaired it |