Los Originales De San Juan — El Arandense song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Arandense" by Los Originales De San Juan.
Lyrics
Estaba soñando feo
Un día que estaba dormido
Traía una cruda de perro
Tú me comprendes mi amigo
Soñé que ya estaba muerto
Y que ya era un angelito
Dicen pues que pa' ir al cielo
Nadie puede llevar nada
Pero yo me lleve un kilo
De reinita colombiana
También les llevaba mota
Para que se la tronaran
Primero me salio el diablo
Quería bajarme la carga
Pero llego San Miguel
Traía su filosa espada
Me llevo con el al cielo
Pero le di su mochada
Repartí toda la merca
A todos los que encontré
Una onza a Amado Carrillo
Otra onza a Pedro Avilez
Otro puño al Cochi Loco
Y al Cormi kuin no encontré
Mire a Lamberto Quintero
Que andaba bien arreglado
También al doctor Fonseca
Me lo encontré cocinando
Mi compa Pablo Escobar
Rayas estaba pintando
San Francisco Labrador
Lo torcí dándose un pase
Por donde quiera miraba
Los santitos arreglarse
Que loquera se pusieron
Con polvo mota y con base
Vino el ángel superior
Miro de que se trataba
Me echo otra vez para el mundo
Dijo que no me aguantaba
Desperté con una cruda
Con ganas de un vaso de agua
Lyrics translation
I was dreaming ugly
One day I was asleep
He brought a dog crudo.
You understand me, my friend.
I dreamed he was already dead
And that he was already a little angel
They say then that pa ' go to heaven
No one can carry anything
But I took a kilo
Of Colombian reinita
He also wore them mota
So they could blow it
First I got the devil
I wanted to lower my load
But St. Michael came
He brought his sharp sword
I take him to heaven
But I gave him his backpack.
I distributed all the merchandise
Everyone I found
An ounce to Amado Carrillo
Another ounce to Pedro Avilez
Another fist to the crazy Cochi
And al cormi kuin I did not find
Look at Lamberto Quintero
That he was well-groomed
Also to Dr. Fonseca
I found him cooking.
My friend Pablo Escobar
Stripes was painting
San Francisco Labrador
I twisted him by giving him a pass.
Everywhere I looked
The Saints fix themselves
That shroud they put on
With Speck powder and base
The superior angel came
I look what it was about
I throw myself again for the world
He said I couldn't stand it.
I woke up with a raw
Looking forward to a glass of water