More songs by NATHY PELUSO
Description
Too loud, too confident, too much for this city. Her heels clatter on the asphalt like the castanets of fate, and the scent of jasmine and tobacco hangs behind her like a signature on a scandal. No one argues with her - at most, they try not to get trampled underfoot. Every movement is a challenge, every glance is knowledge that self-pity is the lot of the weak. She doesn't run or walk, she gallops, burning up kilometres and conventions. She takes off with every beat, like a horse without a bridle - and let the world frantically cling to its propriety as she rushes past, sparkling with gold and freedom.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mami, una ni camina ni corre, ¿ah?
Una galopa
300 kilómetros por hora
Esa mujer no confía ni en su sombra
Pasea por los callejones
Con su atuendo particular
No le concede a nadie explicaciones
Aunque dicen que es la culpable
De un escándalo nacional (uh, uh-uh, uh)
Su melena huele a cigarro y a jazmín
Lee su nombre en la magazine
Sabe que está en problemas
No le gusta involucrarse en discusiones
Pero tiene varias razones
Para ponerse a peliar
No conoce el miedo
Solo con una patada
A todo' los malos puede tumbar
Ella galopa, ella galopa
Por la avenida con la mejor ropa
Ella galopa sin un jinete
Una tipa seria, con ella nadie se mete
Ella galopa (eh, ella galopa), ella galopa (ella galopa)
Por la avenida con la mejor ropa (Versace)
Ella galopa (Gucci), sin un jinete (Prada)
Una tipa seria con ella nadie se mete (¡no!)
Yo no vine a vender historias, ah
Vine a robarte a tu novia
Escandalosa, irreverente
Twenty-four quilates en los diente'
Yo galopo a ese caballo sin permiso
Le pongo rebeldía al paraíso, ma
Las tengo a todas arrebatá'
Por eso es que me dicen "malportá" (malportá)
Ella galopa, ella galopa
Por la avenida con la mejor ropa
Ella galopa sin un jinete
Una tipa seria, con ella nadie se mete
Ella galopa (eh, ella galopa), ella galopa (ella galopa)
Por la avenida con la mejor ropa (Versace)
Ella galopa (Gucci), sin un jinete (Prada)
Una tipa seria con ella nadie se mete (cu-cu-cu-cu-cú)
En la Z, 55.1 está sonando Nathy Peluso y los Salsa Horses
Sonando a nivel mundial
Ella se va, no camina, ella se va a caballo
Ella se va (del caballo nadie la baja, ni Pedro Navaja)
Ella se va, no camina, ella se va a caballo
Ella se va (por las calles de Manhattan va aplastando toa' las rata')
Ella se va, no camina, ella se va a caballo
Ella se va (una yegua divina, más fuerte que la cafeína)
English translation
Mommy, one neither walks nor runs, huh?
a gallop
300 kilometers per hour
That woman doesn't even trust her shadow
Walk through the alleys
With his particular outfit
Does not give anyone explanations
Although they say she is to blame
Of a national scandal (uh, uh-uh, uh)
Her hair smells like cigarettes and jasmine.
Read your name in the magazine
He knows he's in trouble.
Does not like to get involved in arguments
But there are several reasons
To start fighting
He doesn't know fear
Just with a kick
He can knock down all the bad guys
She gallops, she gallops
Down the avenue with the best clothes
She gallops without a rider
A serious girl, no one messes with her
She gallops (eh, she gallops), she gallops (she gallops)
Down the avenue with the best clothes (Versace)
She gallops (Gucci), without a rider (Prada)
A serious girl no one messes with her (no!)
I didn't come to sell stories, ah
I came to steal your girlfriend
Scandalous, irreverent
Twenty-four carats in the teeth
I gallop that horse without permission
I put rebellion in paradise, ma
I have them all snatched
That's why they call me "malportá" (malportá)
She gallops, she gallops
Down the avenue with the best clothes
She gallops without a rider
A serious girl, no one messes with her
She gallops (eh, she gallops), she gallops (she gallops)
Down the avenue with the best clothes (Versace)
She gallops (Gucci), without a rider (Prada)
A serious girl no one messes with her (cu-cu-cu-cu-cú)
On Z, 55.1 Nathy Peluso and the Salsa Horses are playing
Sounding worldwide
She leaves, she doesn't walk, she leaves on horseback
She leaves (no one gets her off the horse, not even Pedro Navaja)
She leaves, she doesn't walk, she leaves on horseback
She leaves (through the streets of Manhattan she crushes all the rats)
She leaves, she doesn't walk, she leaves on horseback
She leaves (a divine mare, stronger than caffeine)