Aburrida la Vida - El Haragán y Compañía, Andrea Echeverri

Aburrida la vida se la pasa en la cocina

Haciendo cuentas para el gasto

Y su espozo en la cantina no la saca ni a la esquina

A pura risa la vida se la pasa en la cantina

Aventandose unas cercias malgastando la morraya

Y su espoza alla en la casa

Pegada en el lavadero te has pasado kince años

Kince años de tu vida mas de cinco mas de siete

Tiene ke no vas ni al cine…

Neurotica, neurotica, neurotica vas a terminar neurotica

Neurotica, neurotica, neurotica vas a terminar neurotica

Ya le gritas a tus hijos no controlas tus sentidos

Ya no sabes lo ke dices…

Los años los sufrimuientos los problemas los lamentos

Terminaron con tu rostro con tus kince primaveras

Y pensar ke fue una noche, una nuche sabatina

Y ke te fuiste pa la eskina, fue al calor de unos alcoholes

Ke se prolongo la charla

No habian anticonceptivos no inventaron

Los condones te deabrocho el vestido…

Y ya vez de akello no keda nada

Y ya vez de akello no keda nada

Y ya vez de akello no keda nada

Y ya vez de akello no keda nada

Casi nada mas bien nada

Ella.

Es una buena mujer…

El. No le da ni para comer…

Ella.

Es una buena mujer…

El. No le da ni para comer…

Ella.

Es una buena mujer…

El. No le da ni para comer…

Ella.

Es una buena mujer…

El. No le da ni para comer…

Ni para comer, ni para comeer

Bored life is spent in the kitchen

Making accounts for spending

And her husband of hers in the bar doesn't even take her out to the corner

With pure laughter, life is spent in the canteen

Throwing some cercias wasting the morraya

And his wife there in the house

Stuck in the laundry room you have spent fifteen years

Fifteen years of your life more than five more than seven

You have ke you don't even go to the movies...

Neurotica, neurotica, neurotica you're going to end up neurotica

Neurotica, neurotica, neurotica you're going to end up neurotica

You already yell at your children, you don't control your senses

You don't know what you're saying anymore...

The years, the suffering, the problems, the regrets

They finished with your face with your fifteen springs

And to think that it was one night, a Saturday night

And you went to the corner, it was in the heat of some alcohol

Ke the talk was prolonged

There were no contraceptives they did not invent

Condoms unbutton your dress...

And at the time of Akello I did not keda anything

And at the time of Akello I did not keda anything

And at the time of Akello I did not keda anything

And at the time of Akello I did not keda anything

almost nothing rather nothing

She.

She is a good woman...

Him. She doesn't even give him anything to eat...

She.

She is a good woman...

Him. She doesn't even give him anything to eat...

She.

She is a good woman...

Him. She doesn't even give him anything to eat...

She.

She is a good woman...

Him. She doesn't even give him anything to eat...

Neither to eat nor to eat