Los Originales De San Juan — 50 Mentadas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "50 Mentadas" by Los Originales De San Juan.
Lyrics
No nos enterimos se acabo y nimodo
cada quien su rumbo hay que muera todo
Y no te preucupes por dejarme solo
A eso de la la depre ya le agarre el modo
Un suspiro al viento y un tequila doble
una buena vieja no le hace que cobre
50 mentadas 100 para que sobren
pero a hora se quiebra mas primero un roble
Te sentias hogada querias libertares
me hechabas en cara las desigualdades
Desde qué me acuerdo siempre han sido iguales
mi ingenio y caracter cultura y modales
ahora no me aguantas tas hasta la madre
no se te hace mija que es un poco tarde
asi me aceptaste y hoy quieres
que cambie
o aguantas la vara
o a chihuahua al baile
Y hora te aguantas hija de cocho
o a chingar a tu madre
Un suspiro al viento y un tequila doble
una buena vieja no le hace que cobre
50 mentadas 100 para que sobren
pero a hora se quiebra
mas primero un roble
Te sentias hogada querías libertares
me hechabas en cara las desigualdades
Desde qué me acuerdo siempre han sido iguales
mi ingenio y caracter cultura y modales
ahora no me aguantas tas hasta la madre
no se te hace mija que es un poco tarde
asi me aceptaste y hoy quieres
que cambie
o aguantas la vara
o a chingar tu madre
Lyrics translation
We didn't know it was over and nimodo
everyone's course Must Die everything
And don't worry about leaving me alone
That's the depre I've already grasped the way
A sigh to the wind and a double tequila
a good old lady doesn't make her pay.
50 minted 100 to spare
but the hour breaks more first an oak
You felt like you wanted to free
you were making inequalities in my face.
Since I remember they've always been the same
my wit and character culture and manners
now you can't stand me till the mother
you don't get pissed, it's a little late.
that's how you accepted me and today you want
change
or you can stand the rod
or chihuahua at the dance
And now you hold on, cocho's daughter.
or fucking your mother
A sigh to the wind and a double tequila
a good old lady doesn't make her pay.
50 minted 100 to spare
but on time it breaks
but first an oak
You felt like you wanted to free
you were making inequalities in my face.
Since I remember they've always been the same
my wit and character culture and manners
now you can't stand me till the mother
you don't get pissed, it's a little late.
that's how you accepted me and today you want
change
or you can stand the rod
or fuck your mother