Ruben Blades — Bochinches song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bochinches" by Ruben Blades.
Lyrics
Mi madre no descansó y trabajó hasta preñada,
Por eso, donde ella fuera yo adentro la acompañaba.
Y mi abuelita decía «así nos salió la baraja!
En la casa de los pobres hasta el feto trabaja!»
A la mansión del patrón un negro ha sido invitao,
Lo mandaron a buscar como acto desesperao.
Al no poder curar al señor
Nuestros blancos e ilustres doctores
Del brazo de la patrona llegó san martín de porres!
Manejaba su virtud como si ella fuera un taxi:
Por plata iba el pasajero, de la teoría a la praxis.
Su cuerpo, una carretera que accidentó a mucha gente.
Su amor, un huérfano herido,
Siempre buscando pariente.
Lyrics translation
My mother did not rest and worked until pregnant,
That's why wherever she went I accompanied her inside.
And my grandmother said, " that's how we got the deck!
In the House of the poor even the fetus works!»
To the mansion of the patron a black has been invited,
They sent him for a desperate act.
Not being able to heal the Lord
Our white and illustrious doctors
From the arm of the patron saint came St. Martin of porres!
She handled her virtue like she was a taxi:
For silver went the passenger, from theory to praxis.
His body, a road that crashed a lot of people.
Your love, a wounded orphan,
Always looking for a relative.