Orejano

Rebel

Orejano

I know they have an idea of me in the countrysideYo sé qu'en el pago me tienen idea
Because I don't bow down to those in chargePorque a los que mandan no les cabresteo
Because by despising others' weaknessesPorque dispreciando las güeyas ajenas
I know how to pave my own way to ask for what I wantSé abrirme caminos pa'dir donde quiero

Because they haven't seen me licking the yokePorque no me han visto lamber la coyunda
Or sniffing around to make a buckNi andar hocicando p'hacerme de un peso
And they know well that I'm tough in speechY saben de sobra que soy duro'e boca
And no mule's bridle can hold me backY no me asujeta ni un freno mulero

Because when I have to speak the truthPorque cuando tengo que cantar verdades
I speak it straight, like a manLas canto derecho nomás, a lo macho
Even if those truths reveal maggotsAunq'esas verdades amuestren bicheras
Where no one would believe there were wormsDonde naides creiba que hubiera gusanos

Because to the well-dressed with covered kidneysPorque al copetudo de riñón cubierto
For those who use laws, no sheriffPa'l que n'usa leyes ningún comisario
I treat them the same as those who only haveLo trato lo mesmo que al que solo tiene
A cloth to cover their backsidesChiripá de bolsa pa taparse el rabo

Because I'm not satisfied with four liesPorque no me llenan con cuatro mentiras
From the big shots who come from the townLos maracanases que vienen del pueblo
To praise worn-out currenciesA elogiar divisas ya desmerecidas
And make promises they never keptY hacernos promesas que nunca cumplieron

Because when I brought my woman to the ranchPorque cuando traje mi china pa'l rancho
I forgot there are judges to perform weddingsMe olvidé que hay jueces p'hacer casamientos
And that the best woman is worth nothingY que nada vale la mujer más buena
If her man hasn't paid the right price for herSi su hombre por ella no ha pagao derecho

Because I've raised my kids to be unfaithfulPorque a mis gurises los he criao infieles
Even if the priest shouts they'll go to hellAunque el cura grite que irán al infierno
And I say wherever it fits that those who only liveY digo aonde cuadre que pa nada sirven
Reaching for the sky are uselessLos que solo viven pirinchando el cielo

Because even though I don't have a place to lay my headPorque aunque no tengo ni aonde caerme muerto
I'm richer than those who expand their fieldsSoy más rico qu'esos que agrandan sus campos
Paying with dry grave feastsPagando en sancochos de tumba reseca
To the poor laborer, who strains his lungs workingAl pobre pión, qu'echa los bofes cinchando

That's why they have an idea of me in the countryside!¡Por eso en el pago me tienen idea!
Because a quebracho tree stands among the ceibos!¡Porque entre los ceibos estorba un quebracho!
Because they've all been marked¡Porque a tuitos ellos les han puesto marca
And envy seeing me as a rebel!Y tienen envidia de verme orejano!

And what do I care? I'm wild and free!¿Y a mí qué m'importa? ¡Soy chúcaro y libre!
I don't follow leaders or get tangled in laws!¡No sigo a caudillos ni en leyes me atraco!
And I go on the clear paths of my own will¡Y voy por los rumbos clariaos de mi antojo
And I don't need anyone to make me a guide!Y a naides preciso p'hacerme baqueano!