La Chola Pelada
Por ser callejera le decian la chola,
por andar tatuada le decian la chola,
por ser pandillera le decian la chola
y toda la gente le decia la chola
Tenia un pelo hermoso, cabellera larga
pero un dia la chola decidio cortarla,
le quedo tan fea, se lo corto a rapa,
cuando la veian la gente gritaba:
¡Se pelo la chola, la chola pelada,
ahi que fea la chola, la chola pelada!
Que fea su cabza, la chola pelada,
no tiene verguenza, la chola pelada
Se fue de paseo, la mire en Alaska
tenia tanto frio no llevo chamarra,
pobresita chola andaba arrugada
del frio que tenia la chola pelada
Le gustaba el pisto, andar de parranda,
andar en la calle eso le encantaba
pero en las mañanas se ponia muy mala,
dolor de cabeza casi la mataba
Pobresita chola, la chola pelada
semejante cruda le entro en la mañana
se sobo la frente con una pomada,
termino la chola toda vomitada
Ya no tomes chola, todos le decian,
te va a enferma y ella se reia
y del tingo al tango se paso la vida
y una enfermedad la acabo en 3 dias
ya no se paro quedo tieza y dura,
queria comer pero no podia,
aunque la tocara la mano mas fina,
ya no reacciono quien lo pensaria
Se murio la chola, la chola pelada
todos le lloraron su ultima parada
que fue en el panteon donde la enterraban
en un frio agujero quedo sepultada,
Se nos fue la chola, la chola pelada.
Te vas chola mia, ya vas a partir..
The Bald Chola
For being a street girl they called her the chola,
because she was tattooed they called her the chola,
because she was a gang member they called her the chola
and everyone called her the chola
She had beautiful hair, long hair
but one day the chola decided to cut it,
it looked so ugly, she shaved it all off,
when people saw her they shouted:
The chola shaved her head, the bald chola,
how ugly the chola, the bald chola!
How ugly her head, the bald chola,
she has no shame, the bald chola
She went on a trip, I saw her in Alaska
she was so cold she didn't wear a jacket,
poor chola was all wrinkled
from the cold she had, the bald chola
She liked to drink, party around,
walking the streets was her favorite thing
but in the mornings she felt really bad,
headaches almost killed her
Poor chola, the bald chola
such a hangover hit her in the morning
she rubbed her forehead with an ointment,
ended up the chola all vomited
Don't drink anymore, everyone told her,
it will make you sick and she laughed
from pillar to post she spent her life
and an illness ended her in 3 days
she didn't get up, she stayed stiff and hard,
she wanted to eat but couldn't,
even if the finest hand touched her,
she didn't react, who would have thought
The chola died, the bald chola
everyone cried at her last stop
which was in the cemetery where they buried her
in a cold hole she was buried,
Our chola is gone, the bald chola.
You're leaving my chola, you're about to leave..