Bersuit Vergarabat — Mariscal Tito song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mariscal Tito" by Bersuit Vergarabat.
Lyrics
Es el combo del gran quilombo
Nació para primero ¡y por lejos!
Pero va al bombo
Ni siquiera a la cola, rezagado
Sus historietas lo agotan
Lo van cercando
Para vivir de la espuma
Que da la bruma espesa del estanque
Cultiva bichos, nichos, tinchos
Y tirzos demonÃacos y pestilentes
De esos que odia la gente
Que fácilmente odia
Mas si es a otro, mas si ese otro
Sos vos que viajás a la hazaña
Perfectamente, sin omitir un detalle
Sos productor en la calle
Puntilloso, obsesivo, previsor, atrevido y valiente
Sos de jugarte la vida
Un gran actor que no se corre del papel
(Siempre derecho a la villa)
Y en un rancho ni te conocen
Y te la venden cortada
Jabón en polvo o harina barata
O veneno para rata, que no te mata
¡Si estás impune!
¡Tito, dejá esa porquerÃa!
Ya sin amigos, pero te adoran
Le robaste a la muerte toda su esencia
Pa' convidarla
Sos un repartidor del Dios que amamos
Paseando por San Telmo
Con la cruz en el nazo
Soldado raso en la guerra del quenazo
¿Qué es la fisura?
Es una grieta de hielo
¿Y el tembleque?
Es el candombe del trueque
Todo por nada
Te veo bailando el baile
Del espÃa bajo la mesa
Al compás de las sirenas de policÃa
Pero no importa, esto se cura
Con una dieta de alcohol, pastillas, faso
Ocho horas de paja y la locura
Que es la fisura más dura
Y la locura, que es la fisura más dura
¡Tito, dejá esa porquerÃa!
Migo Tito, te pongo el pecho de espejo
Pa' que te quieras, si estas maltrecho
Acá tenÃ(c)s un amigo, que te condena a estar bien
Para aliviarte un poquito
De ese maldito martirio de distorsiones
Aunque emocione, ilusiones
Reaccione bien, en la cabeza recta
Porque la tuerce la hace perversa
Para que salga la histeria
Miedos, miserias, atlas de mentiras
Proezas y aplastar a la culpa
De haber matado a Cristo
Por ser decente, como la gente
Que mata por envidia
Que es la desidia de los viejos
Que, como yo, juzga y da un consejo
¡Tito, traé esa porquerÃa!
Lyrics translation
It is the combo of the great quilombo
He was born first and far away!
But it goes to the hype
Not even in the queue, lagging behind
His comics wear him out
They're looking for him.
For living from foam
That gives the thick mist of the pond
Cultivates bugs, niches, tinchos
And demonic and pestilent streaks
The kind people hate
Who easily hates
But if it's someone else, but if that other one
It is you who travel to the Hazara
Perfectly, without omitting a detail
Sos producer on the street
Pointy, obsessive, forward-thinking, daring and brave
You're gambling your life
A great actor who does not run from the role
(Always right to the villa)
And on a ranch they don't even know you.
And they sell it cut to you
Soap powder or cheap flour
The rat poison that doesn't kill you
If you're unpunished!
Tito, stop that shit!
No more friends, but they love you
You stole from death all its essence
To invite her
You are a deliverer of the God we love
Walking around San Telmo
With the cross in the nazo
Private in the war of the quenazo
What's the crack?
It's an ice crack.
What about the tremor?
It's the candombe of barter
All for nothing
I see you dancing the dance
From Spain under the table
Along with the police sirens
But it doesn't matter, this is cured
With a diet of alcohol, pills, faso
Eight hours of straw and madness
Which is the hardest crack
And madness, which is the hardest crack
Tito, stop that shit!
Migo Tito, I put your chest in a mirror
Pa ' you love, if you're battered
Here is a friend, who condemns you to be well
To relieve you a little
From that bloody martyrdom of distortions
Even if it excites, illusions
React well, on your head straight
Because it twists it makes it perverse
To bring out the hysteria
Fears, miseries, atlas of lies
Feats and crush the guilt
Of having killed Christ
For being decent, like people
Who kills by envy
What is the old man's depression
Who, like me, judges and gives advice
Tito, get that shit!