Paula Que Buena Estás
Con frequencia me paseo
Por las calles de mi chata
Por las calles de mi chata
Con frequencia me paseo.
Yo no alcanzo ese deseo
Que me traigo con la ingrata
Me dice que soy muy feo
Y no me encuadro a su papa.
Ay caray ! paula qué buena estás !
Tanto como te quiero
Y el malpago que me das !
Ay ...
La buena ocasión bendigo
Ya se fué la que yo amaba
Ya se fué la que yo amaba
La buena ocasión bendigo.
Y aunque de ella nada digo
La verdad que me chocada
No era mui mala conmigo
Pero si me regañaba.
Ay caray .....
Muchas veces se enojaba
Porque yo la consentia
Porque yo la consentia
Muchas veces se enojaba,
Hasta que ya me colmaba
Y entonces le decia:
Paula, mala y despiedada,
Ora si llegó tu día...
Ay ...
Paula, You Look So Good
I often stroll
Through the streets of my town
Through the streets of my town
I often stroll.
I can't reach that desire
That I carry with the ungrateful one
She tells me I'm so ugly
And I don't measure up to her dad.
Oh damn! Paula, you look so good!
As much as I love you
And the shit you put me through!
Oh...
I bless the good occasion
The one I loved is gone
The one I loved is gone
I bless the good occasion.
And even though I say nothing about her
The truth is it hits me hard
She wasn't too bad to me
But she sure did scold me.
Oh damn...
Many times she got mad
Because I spoiled her
Because I spoiled her
Many times she got mad,
Until she finally had enough
And then I would say:
Paula, bad and reckless,
Now your day has come...
Oh...
Escrita por: Lorenzo Barcelata