Lyrics of Que Le Den Candela - Juan Formell Y Los Van Van

Que Le Den Candela (original)

Oye gallina vieja conmigo.
Que va…
Candela…
Que le den candela.
A esa gallina vieja.
Que le den candela.
Candela…
Que le den candela.
A esa gallina vieja.
Que le den candela.
Me invitaron a comer.
Un dia en cierto lugar.
Ahora te voy a contar.
El mal raton que pase.
Una variacion de platos.
En la mesa me rodeaba.
Empese a sentirme mal.
En la cara se notaba.
Y me puse fatal.
Y ninguno me gustaba.
Candela…
Que le den candela.
A esa gallina vieja.
Que le den candela.
Candela…
Que le den candela.
A esa gallina vieja.
Que le den candela.
Al notar mi descontento.
Se levanto la amiga mia.
Con un plato entre las manos.
Que resulto ser gallina.
Con mi voz entre cortada.
Algo dije sin cordura.
Y le dije amiga mia.
Yo cuido mi dentadura.
Y no como la gallina porque suele.
Ser muy dura.
Candela…
Que le den candela.
A esa gallina vieja.
Que le den candela.
Oiga yo soy de buen comer.
Y nunca he sido cobarde.
Le digo que a esa gallina
Que le den candela.
Candela…
Que le den candela.
A esa gallina vieja.
Que le den candela.
No es que quiera despreciarle.
El valor de su comida.
Le digo que a esa gallina.
Que le den candela.
Candela…
Que le den candela.
A esa gallina vieja.
Que le den candela.
Que yo te juro por mi vida.
Aunque tenga buen adobo.
A esa gallina dura.
Que le den candela.
Candela…
Que le den candela.
A esa gallina vieja.
Que le den candela.
Oigame.
Yo tengo un buen paladar.

(translation)

Hey old chicken with me.
No way…
Candle…
They give Candela.
To that old hen.
They give Candela.
Candle…
They give Candela.
To that old hen.
They give Candela.
They invited me to eat.
One day in a certain place.
Now I'm going to tell you.
The bad mouse that happens.
A variation of dishes.
At the table he surrounded me.
I started to feel bad.
It was noticeable on the face.
And I got fatal.
And I didn't like any of them.
Candle…
They give Candela.
To that old hen.
They give Candela.
Candle…
They give Candela.
To that old hen.
They give Candela.
Noticing my discontent.
My friend got up.
With a plate in her hands.
Which turned out to be chicken.
With my voice cracking.
I said something without sanity.
And I told her my friend.
I take care of my teeth.
And not like the chicken because she usually.
be very tough
Candle…
They give Candela.
To that old hen.
They give Candela.
Hey, I'm a good eater.
And I have never been a coward.
I tell that hen
They give Candela.
Candle…
They give Candela.
To that old hen.
They give Candela.
It's not that I want to despise him.
The value of your food.
I say that to that chicken.
They give Candela.
Candle…
They give Candela.
To that old hen.
They give Candela.
That I swear to you for my life.
Although it has a good marinade.
To that tough chicken.
They give Candela.
Candle…
They give Candela.
To that old hen.
They give Candela.
Hear me.
I have a good palate.