De Wacho Lyrics – Gonzalo Nawel
Singer: Gonzalo Nawel
Title: De Wacho
Esto va para lo’ vago’, pa’ los que de wacho’
Se hacen en el potrero y caminan la calle
Con humildad, respeto, y sin entrar en detalle’
Andan poniendo el pecho pa’ que sobre y nunca falte
De wacho seguí los consejos de mi viejo
La familia es lo primero, segundo, y tercero
Que la humildad es lo que vale
Que todo’ somo’ iguale’
Y que el respeto no me lo falte nadiе
Esto va para lo’ vago, para la gente humilde
Y para las villas, los barrios, y los quе están en cana
Vino en damajuana, birra o fernet
Hagan que gire, que de jarana seguimo’ con lo’ pibe’ hasta mañana
Esto es otro mambo, chapa, barro y los pintas plagueando
La motora al corte va sonando mientras los giles están patrullando
Nosotro’ en lo’ pasillo’ quemando estamo’ tranquilo
Que la gorra acá no se mete ni a palo’
Villa pura
Conmigo perduran los codigo’ de ante’
Donde respetaban la vida y al laburante
Hoy rastrean y se ponen el cartel de chorro
Y quiebran solo’ porque la corren de bueno
Pero terminan vendiendo porro
Y no meto a todo’ en la misma bolsa
Porque hay gente que la mueve
Que se agarra a tiro’ con la gorra
Ahora si no entienden lo que digo, se las hago corta
Cada uno muere en su ley, así de simple compa
Esto va para lo’ vago’, pa’ los que de wacho’
Se hacen en el potrero y caminan la calle
Con humildad, respeto, y sin entrar en detalle’
Andan poniendo el pecho pa’ que sobre y nunca falte
De wacho seguí los consejos de mi viejo
La familia es lo primero, segundo, y tercero
Que la humildad es lo que vale
Que todo’ somo’ iguale’
Y que el respeto no me lo falte nadie
Este ritmo santafesino pa’ la gente de los pagos
Vino y la {?} vacilando con los {?}
Haciendo ruido, el ritmo en la cantina a todo ritmo
El Chino y La Nueva rompiendo joya disco
Amigo yo me voy al Tropi
Quiero escuchar Luis Ornella, “Negra, ron, y velas”
Que la peli que la cuenten como quieran
Siempre es esa, negro cabeza, vino, y cerveza
{?} de seguro me luquee una extranjera
Fantasías, siempre a las piñas la ranchada mía
Pa’ los tiempo el chale de mi barrio ya se conocía
Villa Argentina, y lo digo con orgullo
La vieja escuela me respalda, esto no es chamuyo
Un plato de fideo moño’ son todo’ esto’ bobo’
Yo los detono porque son gile’ que se hacen los’ peligroso’
Si esto fuera plata o plomo ustede’ serían los tombo
Y claro ejemplo del refrán que por la plata baila el mono
Sigan flashando mientras tanto cada vez que destapo una birra para el piso tiro el primer trago
Y no me importa lo que digan, la calle ya me conoce, no tengo que demostrarle nada a nadie
La oveja negra de la flia
Digan lo que digan a espalda mía
Yo por ellos mato y muero
Cantando a la gilada de los del {?}
Y si preguntan como vivo, “sobreviviendo” digo
“Sobreviviendo” digo
Esto va para lo’ vago’, pa’ los que de wacho’
Se hacen en el potrero y caminan la calle
Con humildad, respeto, y sin entrar en detalle’
Andan poniendo el pecho pa’ que sobre y nunca falte
De wacho seguí los consejos de mi viejo
La familia es lo primero, segundo, y tercero
Que la humildad es lo que vale
Que todo’ somo’ iguale’
Y que el respeto no me lo falte nadie
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De Wacho – English Translation
This goes for the ‘vago’, pa ‘those who of wacho’
They are made in the paddle and walk the street
With humility, respect, and without going into detail ‘
They walk putting on the chest so about and never miss
Of wacho I followed the advice of my old
The family is the first, second, and third
That humility is what is worth
That everything ‘somo’ equal ‘
And that respect does not miss me nadiе
This goes for the ‘vague, for humble people
And for the villas, the neighborhoods, and those who are in a can
Wine in Damajuana, Birra or Fernet
Let it turn, that from Jarana followed ‘with the’ kid ‘until tomorrow
This is another mambo, sheet, mud and pints placing
The motor the cut is sounding while the giles are patrolling
We ‘in the’ hall ‘burning stamis’ quiet
That the cap here does not get in stick ‘
Pure villa
With me they last the ‘before’ code
Where they respected life and labyte
Today they track and put the jet poster
And they break alone ‘because they run good
But end up selling porro
And I do not get to everything ‘in the same bag
Because there are people who move it
That grabs shooting ‘with the cap
Now if they do not understand what I say, I get it short
Each one dies in the law of him, so simple compa
This goes for the ‘vago’, pa ‘those who of wacho’
They are made in the paddle and walk the street
With humility, respect, and without going into detail ‘
They walk putting on the chest so about and never miss
Of wacho I followed the advice of my old
The family is the first, second, and third
That humility is what is worth
That everything ‘somo’ equal ‘
And that respect does not lack anybody
This Santafesino rhythm pa ‘the people of the payments
Wine and the {?} Hesitating with the {?}
Making noise, the rhythm in the canteen at all rhythm
Chinese and new breaking disco jewel
Friend I’m going to the tropi
I want to listen to Luis Ornella, “Black, Ron, and candles”
That the movie tell her as they want
It’s always that, black head, wine, and beer
{?} Insurance Luquee Me A Foreign
Fantasies, always to the pineapples the ranches mine
Pa ‘the time the chale of my neighborhood was already known
Villa Argentina, and I say it with pride
The old school backs me, this is not Chamuyo
A Plate of Fideo Ball ‘are all’ this ‘bobo’
I detonates them because they are Gile ‘that the’ dangerous’ are made
If this was silver or lead you would be the tombus
And clear example of the saying that by silver dances monkey
Follow Flashing Meanwhile every time I uncover a Birra for the floor shot the first drink
And I do not care what they say, the street already knows me, I do not have to show anything to anyone
The black sheep of the flia
Say what they say to my back
I killed them and I die
Singing to the gilada of the {?}
And if they ask how alive, “Surviving” “I say
“Surviving” I say
This goes for the ‘vago’, pa ‘those who of wacho’
They are made in the paddle and walk the street
With humility, respect, and without going into detail ‘
They walk putting on the chest so about and never miss
Of wacho I followed the advice of my old
The family is the first, second, and third
That humility is what is worth
That everything ‘somo’ equal ‘
And that respect does not lack anybody
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
Lyrics Gonzalo Nawel – De Wacho
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