Kiko Veneno — Malospelos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Malospelos" by Kiko Veneno.
Lyrics
Ay por Dios José María
¿Dónde vas hoy tan temprano?
No se ha hecho ni de día
¿Qué te traes entre manos?
No padezcas mamaita
Voy a dar solo una vuelta
Que tengo un par de cositas
Y las quiero ver resueltas.
Te preparao un bocata
De postre llevas membrillo
Y este jarrillo de lata
Para hacerte un carajillo.
Este niño donde irá
siempre se levanta tarde
péinate esos malos pelos
y no despiertes a tu padre.
La estrella de la mañana
La de los rosados dedos
Ya se cuela entre las ramas
Vamos, dice Malospelos.
Alto ahí la diligencia
Camino Puente Genil
Tenga el honor su excelencia
De poner el oro aquí.
Una rondo de aguardiente
Esto hay que celebrarlo
Bebe ya loquillo bebe
Pronto saldrán a buscarnos.
Y se fueron a Bolonia
con los gitanos playeros
se fueron a Bolonia, sí
a gastarse los dineros.
Deja el trabuco en la puerta
Y ponte bien el sombrero
Dicen que a las extranjeras
Les gustan los bandoleros.
Témplame bien la sonanta
Va a arrancarse el Bocallena
Se hace un silencio que espanta
Canta que quita las penas.
Vente conmigo rubilla
De mi vera tu no te vayas
Los ojos ¡cómo te brillan!
Voy a enseñarte la playa.
Malospelos ¿dónde vas?
Chiquillo no te da pena
La espalda siempre mojà
Y los bolsillos llenos de arena.
La madre está muy preocupá
siempre se levanta tarde
péinate esos malos pelos
y no despiertes a tú padre.
Lyrics translation
Woe to God Joseph Mary
Where Are you going so early today?
It's not even done in the daytime.
What are you up to?
Don't get sick, mamaita.
I'm just gonna take a walk.
That I have a couple of little things
And I want to see them resolved.
I'll fix you a bite.
For dessert you wear quince
And this tin jar
To make a fool of yourself.
This child where he will go
he always gets up late
comb those bad hair
and don't wake your father.
The Morning Star
The one with the pink fingers
It's already creeping between the branches
Come on, he says Bad Things.
Stop the Stagecoach.
Genil Bridge Road
Have the honor, Your Excellency
To put the gold here.
A rondo of brandy
This has to be celebrated
Drink and drink
They'll be out looking for us soon.
And they went to Bologna
with beach Gypsies
they went to Bologna, yes
to spend the money.
Leave the trabuco at the door
And put on your hat.
They say foreign women
They like bandits.
Shake my sonanta well
He's gonna rip his mouth off.
There is a silence that frightens
Sing that takes away the penalties.
Come with me rubilla
From my vera you don't go
Your eyes are shining!
I'll show you the beach.
Where Are you going?
Boy, you don't feel sorry for yourself.
Back always wet
And pockets full of sand.
The mother is very worried
he always gets up late
comb those bad hair
and don't wake your father.