La Cumbia de Los Aburridos [English translation]

Look at the bored ones

With their feet depressed

Look how they get up with their twisted legs

Look how they purse their lips

Look at the fat one, holding her belly in

Look how breathless she gets

Going down to the bottom, deep, real down

With a round movement

A bit of tequila with salt

To stimulate the spine

And wake all the organs of your body up

We're gonna resurrect the dead

Those who never dance, who are forgotten

Without getting up with the balls touching the blessed thigh

Those who smell like an old man's piss

Those are the ones that I bring back to life

And to them I bring back the appetite

With a bit of pornography

Woman, you're all geometry

You got the pudding that I like

Full of stretch marks

Like in a candy shop

With a short skirt

With a style from Miami

Showing half the salami

Here, I bring you gandinga1

Bitch, stamp 'cause you're not a gringa2

I'll shake you like a sneeze

I'll make you vomit your breakfast

I'll teach you my masculine language

And with it I vaccinate you

Look at the bored ones… booo

With their feet depressed… booo

Look how they get up with their twisted legs

Look how they purse their lips… look, look

Look at the fat one, holding her belly in

Look how breathless she gets… look

Going down to the bottom, deep, real down… look, look

To the old ladies I talk with my feminine rhetoric

With a bit of Greek philosophy

So that they loosen up

And start stinging like bees

If there's no partner

Well, we dance with our shadow

Here there's no carpet

Here we dance in the mud

With a bit of Charango3

Let's slide those feet like in Tango

And if you got tanga

To show all the belly

Where the gang comes from

With a fuss

To get an eyeful of your junk

My god! You're gonna kill me with an asthma attack

You're gonna kill me like a ghost

With the fear of all this mess it moves

I go all the way to Cusco

I go all the way to Peru

Nake… naked

I eat the entire chicken

I eat your steak raw

You, you, you, but only you, no one else

You got me fat and well cared for

But very spoiled

She cooks for me and I cook for her

A real turkey like the Pilgrims

You got me spinning like a whirlwind

From side to side like a penguin

You're a fantasy, you're a myth

Like Snow White and the seven dwarfs

With this little shake to my balls

They feel like having thirteen little bastards

Look at the bored ones… booo

With their feet depressed… booo

Look how they get up with their twisted legs

Look how they purse their lips… look, look

Look at the fat one, holding her belly in

Look how breathless she gets… look

Going down to the bottom, deep, real down…

With a round movement… look

Look...

1. a thick stew2. foreigner3. a Bolivian musical instrument