Below is the lyrics of the song Strange Fruit , artist - Sidney Bechet Trio, Willie Smith with translation
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Sidney Bechet Trio, Willie Smith
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
With a washing powder I relieve myself
with a good cigar
I always relax, without neglecting work
I defend a flag
I was people of the 50
here we are present
For what is offered
I'm El Type and from Bravo I bring school
I remember when I walked through my neighborhood
Walking through the streets
With all my clika, the lazy does not go away
Well, not even if it was the flu
Parrandas and sunrises
I'm still the same
The humble shelters me
This is how he has taught me life
We patrol in cities and on ranches
The one I bring by my side
It's compa Jimmy and he has never cracked on me
We stick to whatever
Whether they are contras or soldiers
He has been proven
For the bad I'm very bad
Don't be scared by the good ones I'm calm
Cuatacha you jumped me you made a corner
That day the soldiers apprehended me
I still haven't forgotten
locked up they had me
I thought not the library
But I was lucky
I do not leave my people
One call and they took me out hot
I like to feel machin the adrenaline
I fire shots into the wind
Oh how I have fun fighting those from the government
That's how I spent it on the ground
For death there is no longer fear
I shoot smoke for the sky
So I live happy
But I don't abuse because I have a brain
Greetings to my team and my friends
I still remember a great friend
in those madhouses
Dude I was with you
But fate was cruel
I'm still on the road
moving forward and calm
Now they call me "The Type"
«Type Train» so they lie to me in corridos
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