Dos Tipos de Cuidado (Coplas)
La gente dice sincera
Cada que se hace un casorio
Que el novio siempre la quiera
Si no que le hagan velorio
Para esta novia no hay pena
Pues va a tener buen marido
Jorge Bueno es cosa buena
Por lo menos de apellido
Jorge Bueno, es muy bueno
Hijo de Bueno también
Y su abuelo, ¡ay qué bueno!
Quién se llamara como él
Procuraré ser tan bueno
Como dice mi apellido
Que se trague su veneno
El que velorio ha pedido
Pedro es Malo de apellido
Retacharé su cuarteto
Él nomás es presumido
Porque no es malo, es maleta
Pedro Malo es muy malo
Malo por obligación
Y su abuelo, ¡uy qué malo!
Hay que comprarle su león
En una mañana de oro
Alguien nublaba el paisaje
Eran un cuervo y un loro
Arrancándose el plumaje
Hay que olvidar lo pasado
Si la culpable es la suerte
Que bueno y malo mezclado
En regular, se convierte
Yo soy Malo no lo niego
Pero quisiera mezclar
Malo y bueno, por si sale
Algo que sea regular
Cierto alacrán de carroña
Un colmenar visitaba
Para ver si la ponzoña
Con la miel se le quitaba
Como no se da lo bueno
Para placer del malvado
Con la miel y su veneno
Hoy anda el pobre purgado
Que lo entienda, quien lo entienda
Si es que lo sabe entender
Y si acaso no lo entiende
Hay que obligarlo a entender
Te consta que no soy tonto
Como tú lo has presumido
Tonto no, sí entrometido
Por el hambre de amistades
El hambre siempre la calmo
Con el manjar del amigo
Méndigo es sino mendigo
El que roba a sus amigos
Tú lo dices
Lo sostengo
No te vayas a cansar
No le saques
Sí le saco
Pues se acabó este cantar
Two Kinds of Care (Coplas)
People say sincerely
Every time a wedding takes place
That the groom should always love her
If not, they should hold a wake for him
For this bride there is no sorrow
As she will have a good husband
Jorge Bueno is a good thing
At least by last name
Jorge Bueno, is very good
Son of Bueno as well
And his grandfather, oh how good!
Who would be named like him
I will try to be as good
As my last name says
Let the one who asked for a wake
Swallow his poison
Pedro is Bad by last name
I will refute his quartet
He is just conceited
Because he is not bad, he is a suitcase
Pedro Malo is very bad
Bad out of obligation
And his grandfather, oh how bad!
We must buy him his lion
On a golden morning
Someone clouded the landscape
It was a crow and a parrot
Plucking their feathers
We must forget the past
If the culprit is luck
That good and bad mixed
Turns into average
I am Bad, I don't deny it
But I would like to mix
Bad and good, in case
Something average comes out
A certain scorpion of carrion
Visited a beehive
To see if the poison
Was removed with honey
As the good is not given
For the pleasure of the wicked
With honey and its poison
Today the poor man is purged
Let him understand, whoever understands
If he knows how to understand
And if he does not understand
He must be forced to understand
You know I'm not stupid
As you have presumed
Not stupid, but meddlesome
Because of the hunger for friendships
I always calm hunger
With the delicacy of a friend
A beggar is not a beggar
Who steals from his friends
You say it
I maintain it
Don't get tired
Don't provoke him
I do provoke him
For this song is over