Calibre 50 — El Infiernito song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Infiernito" by Calibre 50.
Lyrics
Porta pañales blindados
Flexibles y aguantadores
De pechera usa un babero
Y de miel son los chupones
Pistea pura leche nido
Bien helada en biberones
Aparenta los 5 años
Pero ni acompleta 4
Apenas va a entrar al kinder
Y trae a todos traumados
Pobrecitas las maestras
Le van a hacer los mandados
Es un Infiernito andando
Todo el día hace travesuras
No se queda un rato quieto
Con verlo provoca agruras
Y aunque no sale de casa
Pa contar hay aventuras
Quiebra tira y desparpaja
Todo lo que va encontrando
Lo que no aplasta se come
Basura chicles pegados
Parece una aspiradora
No deja nada tirado
Es de muy pocas palabras
Todavía no sabe hablar
Arregla todo en caliente
No entiende que es alegar
El nomás hecha mordidas
Pobre el que lo haga enojar
Rompe todo tira y todo
Ya sea líquidos o polvos
Con un tenedor va y pica
Los enchufes y los hoyos
Y si se encuentra un plumón
Eso si es la perdición
Agugu babai adiós
Se despide el Infiernito
Tráiganle un Gerber de frutas
Y un Bibi bien heladito
Chaka chaka chaka chaka
Aquí acaba el corridito.
Lyrics translation
Armoured diaper holder
Hoses and supports
Breastplate wears a bib
And of honey are the pacifiers
Track Pure Milk nest
Well frozen in bottles
Looks like 5 years old
But neither complete 4
He's barely going into kinder.
And brings everyone traumatized
Poor teachers
They're gonna run errands for him.
He's a walking hell.
All day he does pranks
Don't sit still for a while
With verlo causes citrus fruits
And even though he doesn't leave home
Pa count there are adventures
Bankruptcy pulls and splashes
Everything he finds
What does not crush is eaten
Garbage gum stuck
Looks like a vacuum cleaner.
He leaves nothing thrown away
It is very few words
He can't speak yet.
Fix everything hot
He doesn't understand what it's like to argue
He just takes bites.
Poor one who makes him angry
Breaks everything pulls and everything
Whether liquid or powder
With a fork it goes and itches
Plugs and holes
And if you find a down
That's if it's doom.
Agugu babai goodbye
Say Good-Bye To The Little One
Bring him a fruit Gerber.
And an ice-cold Bibi
Chaka chaka chaka chaka
Here's the end of the corridor.