Ayer Bajé al Poblao - José Larralde

Letra de Ayer Bajé al PoblaoAyer, bajé al poblao pucha que andaba

Con ganas de agarrarme un pedo flor

¿Con qué?

me dije Ahijuna, si no agarre ninguna

Y no hay quién fíe ni un trago de favor

La liebre es una luz con tanta bala

Mi viejo doce chico ni tosió

Las balas del pueblero, pelaron los potreros

Haciéndole un augero al pobre peón

Ayer bajé al poblao puta que andaba

Con ganas de pelearme hasta con Dios

Mira un poco pa bajo, tirame algún trabajo

Mira que yo entovía creo en vos

La liebre es una luz con tanta bala

Mi perro ni las ve pa donde van

Entre los pajonales, se han enredao mis males

Por un cuerito flaco que es mi pan

El asunto viene duro viene

Alguna changa y algún cuerito casi que a veces alcanza

No le viá decir que pa mucho, pero mucho no hace falta tampoco

La macana es con los del pueblo, traen unas brutas escopeta, sabe…

Y entre que no hay trabajo y entre que vienen tantos vió

Y pa nosotros nada vió… que va a hacer

La liebre es una luz con tanta bala

Mi viejo doce chico ni tosió

Las balas del pueblero, pelaron los potreros

Haciéndole un augero al pobre peón

Y entre los pajonales se han enredao mis males

Por un cuerito flaco que es mi pan…

Lyrics of Yesterday I went down to PoblaoYesterday, I went down to Poblao pucha I was walking

Eager to grab a flower fart

With what?

I told myself Ahijuna, if I don't grab any

And there is no one who trusts not even a drink of favor

The hare is a light with so many bullets

My old twelve boy didn't even cough

The villager's bullets peeled the paddocks

Booming the poor pawn

Yesterday I went down to the poblao bitch that was walking

Wanting to fight even with God

Look a little low, throw me some work

Look, I used to believe in you

The hare is a light with so many bullets

My dog ​​doesn't even see them where they go

Among the grasslands, my evils have become entangled

For a skinny skinny guy who is my bread

The matter comes hard it comes

Some changa and some cuerito almost that sometimes reaches

I didn't see him say that he paid a lot, but he doesn't need much either

The club is with those from the town, they bring some brutal shotguns, you know...

And between the fact that there is no work and the fact that so many come, he saw

And he didn't see anything for us... what is he going to do

The hare is a light with so many bullets

My old twelve boy didn't even cough

The villager's bullets peeled the paddocks

Booming the poor pawn

And among the grasslands my ills have become entangled

For a skinny skinny guy who is my bread…