Translation of the song lyrics Hasta Que Salga - La Pulqueria

Hasta Que Salga (original)

Somos artistas de autopista sin poblado, tumbados dando tumbos mal
acostumbrados, el día que se nos acabe el embolado, veremos lo que hacemos a
estos bichos raros
Nos buscaremos una suegra forrada, con hija fea pero bien acomodada,
nos vestiremos de chaqueta con maleta portafolio engominado así corbata no muy
cara
Pero antes de que se nos acabe, mientras no se rompa la espalda,
sino es demasiado tarde, voy a intentarlo hasta que saaaaalga…
Y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calva,
y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera
Y si no sale bien, Y si no sale bien, iremos como zánganos a por la miel,
mejor de pobre que acabando en ningún lado, seré conserje en el hogar del
jubilado, Y si no sale bien, Y si no sale bien, respira hondo que igual que
llega se pasa, no hay nada que esconder, ve acostumbrándote a perder,
vuelve a tu casa, vete a tu casa
Pero antes de que se nos acabe, mientras no se rompa la espalda,
sino es demasiado tarde… voy a intentarlo hasta que saaaaalga…
Y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calva,
y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calvaaaa…
Mientras se atrase el reloj que nos echará de los camerinos, te perseguirá
nuestro son escondido entre los pasillos, mientras nos quede un hilo de voz
para toser estribillos, te daremos otra canción, que brosa al corasón,
maaala vida al riñón, y un capricho al señor PE-PI-NO
Y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calva,
y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calvaaaa…
Y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calva,
y hasta que salga, y hasta que salga, pronto seremos otra calavera calvaaaa…

Hasta Que Salga (translation)

We are highway artists without a town, lying down tumbling badly
accustomed, the day we run out of embolado, we will see what we do to
these weirdos
We'll find a rich mother-in-law, with an ugly but well-off daughter,
we'll dress in a jacket with a suitcase slicked-back portfolio like that tie not very
expensive
But before she runs out on us, as long as she doesn't break her back,
If not, it's too late, I'm going to try until it soooo…
And until it comes out, and until it comes out, we'll soon be another bald skull,
and until it comes out, and until it comes out, soon we'll be another skull
And if it doesn't work out, And if it doesn't work out, we'll go like drones for the honey,
Better off poor than ending up nowhere, I'll be a janitor at the home of
retired, And if it doesn't work out, And if it doesn't work out, take a deep breath just like
it comes it happens, there is nothing to hide, get used to losing,
go back home, go home
But before we run out, as long as our backs don't break,
If not, it's too late… I'm going to try until it soooo…
And until it comes out, and until it comes out, we'll soon be another bald skull,
and until it comes out, and until it comes out, soon we will be another bald skull...
As long as the clock goes back that will kick us out of the dressing rooms, it will haunt you
ours are hidden between the corridors, as long as we have a thread of voice
to cough up choruses, we'll give you another song, that jokes to the heart,
maaala life to the kidney, and a whim to Mr. PE-PI-NO
And until it comes out, and until it comes out, we'll soon be another bald skull,
and until it comes out, and until it comes out, soon we will be another bald skull...
And until it comes out, and until it comes out, we'll soon be another bald skull,
and until it comes out, and until it comes out, soon we will be another bald skull...