Sidney Bechet Trio — Strange Fruit song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Strange Fruit" by Sidney Bechet Trio.
Lyrics
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
Lyrics translation
With a washing powder I relieve myself
With a good cigar
I always relax, without neglecting the work
I defend a flag
I was 50's people.
Here we are present
Pa what is offered
I'm the guy and The Brave I bring school
I remember walking around my neighborhood
Walking the streets
With all my clika the lazy does not take away
Well, it wasn't flu.
Parrandas and amanidas
I'm still the same
How humble I am
That's how life has taught me
We patrol cities and ranches
The one I bring to my side
It's buddy Jimmy and he's never cracked me.
Whatever we're jamming
Whether they are cons or soldiers
It has been proven
For the bad I'm very bad
Don't be scared for good I'm calm
Cuatacha you played me you made a corner
That day the soldiers taught me
I still don't forget
Locked up they had me
I thought not the bookstore
But I ran with luck
I don't leave my people
One call and I got hot
I like to feel machin the adrenaline
I shoot in the wind
How am I having fun bullfighting the government
That's how I spend it in the field
Pa death is no longer afraid
Smoke shot for the sky
That's how I live happy
But I don't abuse because I have brains
A greeting to my team and my friends
I still remember a great friend
In those shrines
Hey, man, I was with you.
But fate was cruel
I'm still on my way
Moving forward and calm down
Now they tell me " the guy»
"Train type" that's how they lie to me in runs