Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strange Fruit, artist - Sidney Bechet TrioDate of issue: 23.06.2013
Song language: Spanish
Strange Fruit(original) |
| Con un polvo de lavada me aliviano |
| Con un buen cigarro |
| Siempre me relajo, sin descuidar el trabajo |
| Yo defiendo una bandera |
| Yo era gente del 50 |
| Aqui estamos presentes |
| Pa lo que se ofrezca |
| Soy El Tipo y del Bravo traigo escuela |
| Recuerdo cuando andaba por mi barrio |
| Caminando por las calles |
| Con toda mi clika lo vago no se me quita |
| Pues ni que fuera gripa |
| Parrandas y amanecidas |
| Yo sigo siendo el mismo |
| Lo humilde me acobija |
| Asi es como me ha enseñado la vida |
| Patrullamos en ciudades y en los ranchos |
| Al que traigo a mi lado |
| Es el compa Jimmy y nunca se me ha rajado |
| A lo que sea le atoramos |
| Ya sean contras o soldados |
| Ha quedado demostrado |
| Por las malas soy muy malo |
| No se espanten por las buenas soy calmado |
| Cuatacha me brincaste hiciste esquina |
| Aquel dia que me aprhendieron los soldados |
| Todavia no se me olvida |
| Encerrado me tenian |
| Pense no la libraria |
| Pero corri con suerte |
| No me dejo mi gente |
| Una llamada y me sacaron en caliente |
| Me gusta sentir machin la adrenalina |
| Hago disparos al viento |
| Ay como me divierto toreando a los del gobierno |
| Asi la paso en terreno |
| Pa la muerte ya no hay miedo |
| Tiro humito para el cielo |
| Asi vivo contento |
| Mas no abuso porque yo tengo cerebro |
| Un saludo pa mi equipo y mis amigos |
| Aun recuerdo a un gran amigo |
| En aquellas loqueras |
| Cuate que estuve contigo |
| Pero fue cruel el destino |
| Aun sigo en el camino |
| Avanzando y calmadito |
| Ahora me dicen «El Tipo» |
| «Tipo Tren» asi me mientan en corridos |
| (translation) |
| With a washing powder I relieve myself |
| with a good cigar |
| I always relax, without neglecting work |
| I defend a flag |
| I was people of the 50 |
| here we are present |
| For what is offered |
| I'm El Type and from Bravo I bring school |
| I remember when I walked through my neighborhood |
| Walking through the streets |
| With all my clika, the lazy does not go away |
| Well, not even if it was the flu |
| Parrandas and sunrises |
| I'm still the same |
| The humble shelters me |
| This is how he has taught me life |
| We patrol in cities and on ranches |
| The one I bring by my side |
| It's compa Jimmy and he has never cracked on me |
| We stick to whatever |
| Whether they are contras or soldiers |
| He has been proven |
| For the bad I'm very bad |
| Don't be scared by the good ones I'm calm |
| Cuatacha you jumped me you made a corner |
| That day the soldiers apprehended me |
| I still haven't forgotten |
| locked up they had me |
| I thought not the library |
| But I was lucky |
| I do not leave my people |
| One call and they took me out hot |
| I like to feel machin the adrenaline |
| I fire shots into the wind |
| Oh how I have fun fighting those from the government |
| That's how I spent it on the ground |
| For death there is no longer fear |
| I shoot smoke for the sky |
| So I live happy |
| But I don't abuse because I have a brain |
| Greetings to my team and my friends |
| I still remember a great friend |
| in those madhouses |
| Dude I was with you |
| But fate was cruel |
| I'm still on the road |
| moving forward and calm |
| Now they call me "The Type" |
| «Type Train» so they lie to me in corridos |