Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pedro, artist - La Vela Puerca. Album song La Vela Puerca, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Universal Music Latino;
Song language: Spanish
Pedro(original) |
Pedro consiguió laburo gana bien pasa re-duro está de fiesta y no puede creer. |
Que la gente le sonría por una vez en la vida y junta escoria en el bolsillo a |
mil. |
Piensa con la cabeza baja de cuando era una baraja super-boca de mi barrio y |
más. |
Y ahora no se siente pobre tiene minas tiene cobre y él ya no me quiere hablar |
jamás. |
Y pensar que era bueno |
Tomarla y volverse a callar |
Y saber que ahora es feo |
Sentirse como los demás, demás. |
Demás. |
Yo le dije vato loco no corras andá de a poco porque un día te podés caer. |
Y se la pasa protestando lo que tengo no está dando quiero fama para envejecer. |
Pero Pedro no hizo caso y pa´ no agobiar de paso puso un chango por Libertador. |
Y por tratar mal a la gente, se enojó y lo mandó al frente y en la cárcel |
entregó su honor. |
Y pensar que era bueno |
Tomarla y volverse a callar |
Y saber que ahora es feo |
Sentirse como los demás, demás, demás. |
(translation) |
Pedro got a job, he wins well, he spends hard, he's partying and he can't believe it. |
That people smile at him for once in his life and put scum in his pocket at |
one thousand. |
Think with your head down from when it was a super-mouth deck from my neighborhood and |
plus. |
And now he doesn't feel poor he has mines he has copper and he doesn't want to talk to me anymore |
Never. |
And to think that he was good |
Take it and shut up again |
And know that now he is ugly |
Feel like the others, others. |
The rest. |
I told him, vato loco, don't run, go slowly because one day you might fall. |
And he spends his time protesting what I have is not giving me fame to grow old. |
But Pedro paid no attention and so as not to overwhelm him, he put a monkey for Libertador. |
And for treating people badly, he got angry and sent him to the front and to jail |
he surrendered his honor from him. |
And to think that he was good |
Take it and shut up again |
And know that now he is ugly |
Feel like the others, others, others. |