Huija

Chita, I'm happy because I'm returning to my land,
I come to shrink this long boob that saw me grow
And I come singing and trembling... to ask for your applause,
For which in distant lands, in very strange lands,
I worked so much and so much. huija.
It will be nice to listen to the usual heavies ah, haha,
That I'm getting old, that I'm dyeing my gray hair more
And also that I wear makeup and that despite all that,
I'm the same... or I'm better..., cheeky. huija.
I won't find Negro Morales, Nato Fernández won't be there,
Not even the chela, the skinny gálvez,
There will be a lot of crazy people missing who went to heaven,
Or they went to… th, ah!, but many have been born
And loving them will be easy. huija.
I'm going to climb the hill, the highest one we have,
Hit me with memories of my life from other times,
Seeing everything from above, in a somewhat strange way
To watch a performance. me, down there for a few years
And my eternal little problem, but the shoe is yours,
The party suit, as discerned frieras.
There I go dragging with my brother,
At six in the morning, in a winter, in a summer,
The ugly cart loaded with sin,
From the station, as far as you know,
That the hakes are sold… bascuñán and salvador.
The "thirty" passed by there,
I liked the trams that were attached,
Make the dog dead, pay 20 cents,
How my hands hurt in the cold of the ice
And the croaker slime, to break the routine,
Everyone wants him with his hair and the little bottle of perfume,
Of those bad ones, cheap ones, violets, carnations,
In the pocket of the handkerchief, to smell better of... people who have stolen,
The scales sold me bad luck.
Now, I'm watching myself leave... towards the Chilean direction,
I wanted to go out but... to win and poorer than a rat,
That proves he was young. The other half of the life that I wanted began,
Half a foreigner's life, what a hateful word,
It sticks to your skin like a stain that accuses you
And in countries that in speeches, with rare exceptions,
They trick us with… brother… phut! huija.
Now I'm seeing myself return, with my old woman, with my kids,
And three mournings in the soul, but I sing, sing, sing. huija.
I am happy because I am returning to my land, here…
And here it says to wait for him, my weak brother,
He is raising money to buy time
And come forever, sometimes I lose it,
I don't know where it is, but that doesn't matter anymore, well,
Here you will find me, here the 3 brothers,
It was the last wish my mother told us.
Huija, old woman, will have to be my offspring and was the offspring of my offspring,
Maybe when I get sick I will tell my grandchildren about the world we live in,
I'll tell him that I was a singer, that I sold stacks of records and that I liked the applause,
My name was Antonio Prieto. how the goats screamed,
When he came out tearing up on top of your great uncle, may he rest in peace.
The bride is white and radiant...
Maybe I'll catch one of them laughing at me,
All the old jeton is already being railed. huija, hahahahahaha!
I went out to look for fame, I found heaven again,
I want to plant a tree, a house with a balcony to see the eternal snow,
Raise my chicks well, be treated like everyone else,
Not differently, live like anyone else
And know what it feels like...,
What does it feel like when you squirt an empanada in your hand?
What it feels like, when you caress the rock on the beach,
Knowing what it feels like, what it feels like to be Chilean, shit!