Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Bracero Fracasado, artist - Lila Downs. Album song Border, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 02.07.2001
Record label: Blue Note
Song language: Spanish
El Bracero Fracasado(original) |
Cuando yo salí del rancho |
No llevaba ni calzones |
Pero si llegue a tijuana |
De puritos aventones |
Como no traía dinero |
Me paraba en las esquinas |
Para ver a quien gorreaba |
Los pecuesos de gallina |
Yo quería cruzar la línea |
De la unión americana |
Yo quería ganar dinero |
Porque esa era mi tirada |
Como no traía papeles |
Mucho menos pasaportes |
Me avente cruzando cerros |
Yo solito y sin coyotes |
Después verán como me fue: |
Llegue a santa ana con las patas bien peladas |
Los huaraches que llevaba se acabaron de volada |
El sombrero y la camisa los perdí |
En la correteada que me dieron |
Unos «gueros» que ya mero me agarraban |
Ya llegue a la carretera |
Muerto de hambre y desvelado |
Me subi en un tren carguero |
Que venía de colorado |
Y con rumbo a san francisco |
De un vagón me fui colado |
Pero con tan mala suerte |
Que en salinas me agarraron |
Después verán como me fue: |
Llegó la migra de la mano me agarraron |
Me decían no se que cosas que en inglés |
Me regañaron me digeron los gabachos |
«te rregresas pa' tu rancho» |
Pero yo sentí buen gacho regresar pa' mi terruño |
De bracero fracasado sin dinero y sin hilacho |
De bracero fracasado sin dinero y aún hilacho… |
(translation) |
When I left the ranch |
He wasn't even wearing panties |
But if I get to Tijuana |
Of hitchhiking |
Since I didn't bring money |
I stood on corners |
To see who was gorreando |
The chicken breasts |
I wanted to cross the line |
of the american union |
I wanted to earn money |
Because that was my throw |
Since he didn't bring papers |
Much less passports |
I threw myself across hills |
I alone and without coyotes |
Then you will see how it went: |
I arrived in Santa Ana with my legs well peeled |
The huaraches that I was wearing were blown away |
I lost the hat and the shirt |
In the chase that they gave me |
Some "gueros" who already grabbed me |
I already hit the road |
Starving and sleepless |
I got on a freight train |
who came from colorado |
And heading to San Francisco |
I was sneaked out of a wagon |
But with such bad luck |
that in salinas they caught me |
Then you will see how it went: |
The migra arrived by the hand they grabbed me |
They told me I don't know what things in English |
They scolded me, the frogs digested me |
«you return to your ranch» |
But I felt good to go back to my homeland |
Of a failed bracero without money and without thread |
Of a failed bracero with no money and still frayed… |