La calaca

Las Tres Grandes

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Primera Fila (Edición Especial [En Vivo]) (2016)

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La calaca

Mucho cuidado señores

Porque la muerte anda lista

En el Panteón de Dolores

Ya nos tiene una pocita

Para los compositores

Y uno que otro periodista

Licenciados y doctores

Todos están en la lista

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

Qué recanija calaca

Cuando menos lo pensamos

Nos hace estirar la pata

Yo me le escapé una vez

Pero por poco y me atrapa

El cobarde ve el peligro, corre

el valiente le entra y muere

por eso quedamos tan pocos.

La muerte no enseña el cobre

Tampoco hace distinciones

Lo mismo se lleva al pobre

Que al rico con sus millones

Uno va en estuche de oro

Y el otro en puros calzones

Pero pasadito el tiempo

Quedan igual de (pelones).

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

Qué recanija calaca

Débiles y poderosos

De morir nadie se escapa

Llevamos el mismo fin

En petate o en petaca

Pues pa' que me dejan solita

si saben que me 'porto mal.

Yo conocí un comerciante

Bueno pa' robar al cliente

Las cosas que valen cinco

Él siempre las daba a veinte

Pero se murió de frío

Pobrecito de repente

Lo mandaron al infierno

Pa' que el diablo lo (caliente).

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

Qué recanija calaca

A todos esos careros

Llévatelos de corbata

Indeseables usureros

Chupan como garrapatas

Si señor, la muerte no tiene ley

lo mismo mata al papa

lo mismito le pasa al rey.

El obrero gana el pan

Con el sudor de su frente

Para que sus hijos coman

Aunque no lo suficiente

Mientras muchos abusivos

Viven violando las leyes

Ganando lo que ellos quieren

Por andarse haciendo bueyes

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

Qué recanija calaca

Yo les pido una disculpa

Si es que ya metí la pata

Aunque son muy parecidos

No es lo mismo buey que vaca

No le pido pan al hambre

ni chocolate a la muerte.

La balanza de la vida

Está muy desnivelada

Hay pocos que ganan mucho

Y muchos no ganan nada

El trabajo del obrero

No tiene compensaciones

Con esto del minisueldo

No alcanza ni pa' camiones

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

Qué recanija calaca

Si tú conoces al diablo

Ruégale que no sea ingrato

Pa' que el costo de la vida

Se nos ponga más barato

Mucho cuidado señores

Los que ya son votadores

Ahí vienen las elecciones

Con sus manipuladores

Y cada partido dice

Que votar por ellos debes

Y que de aquí en adelante

Nos darán vida de reyes

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

Qué recanija calaca

Y ahí viene otro presidente

A sonarnos la matraca

Viene prometiendo mucho

Pero dará pura

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

Death*

Be careful gentlemen,

because death's ready and waiting

in the Panteón de Dolores.1

she2 has a little space

for composers,

and one or two for journalists,

lawyers and doctors,

everyone's on the list.

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka3

Death*4 is awfully mischievous

when we least expect it

we're ready to kick the bucket,

I escaped from her once

but she almost caught me.

The coward sees danger and runs,

the brave fight back and die,

that's why there's so few of us left.

Death doesn't show her true colors

nor does she make any distinction

she takes the poor and the rich

with their millions all the same,

one goes in a golden casket

and the other in just his underwear

but as time passes

both will end up in their bare bones.

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

Death is awfully mischievous

the weak and the powerful (must die),

no one escapes from death

we all have the same end

on a petate5 or in a suitcase.

Well, why did you all leave me by myself

if you know that I misbehave?

I knew of a merchant

who was good at swindling his clients,

things that were worth five

he sold them for twenty,

but he died suddenly

from the cold, poor man

he was sent to hell

so the devil could "warm him up".

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

Death is awfully mischievous

all of the rich folk

grab them by their ties

undesirable usurers

they latch on like ticks6.

Yes sir, death follows no law

the same thing kills the Pope

and the same happens to the king.

The laborer earns his bread

with the sweat of his brow

so that his children can eat

although not enough,

while many opportunists

live violating the law

earning what they want

by acting like an idiot.7

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

Death is awfully mischievous

I ask that you all forgive me

if I've made it worse

although they're very similar

an idiot and a cow aren't the same thing.

I don't ask hunger for bread

nor death for chocolate.

Life's balance is very uneven,

there's few that earn much

and many who don't earn anything

the labor of a working man

has no compensation

with the minimum wage

there's isn't even enough for bus fare8.

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

Death is awfully mischievous

if you know the devil

beg him not to be so thankless,

(tell him) to make the cost of living

cheaper for the rest of us.

Be careful gentlemen,

those of you who are voting

here come the elections

with its manipulators,

and each party says

that you should vote for them

and that from here on out

we'll be living like kings.

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

Death is awfully mischievous

and here comes another president

to play for us the maraca

he promises so many things

but all he gives us is...9

Tuku, tuku, tuki, taka

1. "Panteón Civil de Dolores" is the largest cemetery in Mexico and contains the "Rotonda de las Personas Ilustres". [Reference]
2. death is feminine in Spanish, just fyi if you see that throughout the song.
3. It's meant to rhyme with the word "calaca".
4. look for the asterisk in the "author's comments" for more information.
5. a bedroll used in Central America and Mexico. Its name comes from the Náhuatl word petlatl. [Reference]
6. lit. 'they suck like ticks'.
7. referring to the word "güey"
8. she meant to say 'calzones' = there's isn't even enough (to buy) underwear
9. they don't say it but the next word is "caca" = he promises so many things but all he gives us is shit (or bullshit).