Bachata Lyrics for Gringos, part 1
You may have heard some people are unhappy with the lyrics of Romeo Santos’ song, “Suegra,” which was just released on his Formula Vol. 3 album. Here is a general translation to help you make your own opinion.
On a music level though, this song is amazing. It samples so many popular songs from decades past and is a true work of art. Know a song sampled? Post it down below with a link for listeners to enjoy and explore!
Lyrics
Compadre, Romeo
Dígame que usted va a hacer con esa suegra suya
Bueno, esto no se sabe dónde vayas a parar
¡Mami!
Romeo Santos contigo
Descubrí nuestro problema
No fue efecto de cuarentena, era tu maldita madre de metiche y bochinchera
De metiche y bochinchera
Yo que fui tan bondadoso, le abrí las puertas de mi hogar
Pero si yo me descuido, te hace ponerme el divorcio
Tú me pones el divorcio
Y no me digas Mamá te quiere
Porque tiene un doctorado en joderme
Es evidente, tu corazón me gané
Y la bendita bruja no quiere vernos feliz
En su cumpleaños, le voy a hace' un regalo
Un buen cafecito, pero envenenado
Cuando se desmaye, la monto en mi carro
Y de una barranca pa'bajo, se la lleva el diablo
Y no me digas Mamá te quiere
Porque tiene un doctorado en joderme
Es evidente, tu corazón yo gané
Y la bendita bruja no quiere vernos feliz
En su cumpleaños, le voy a hace' un regalo
Un buen cafecito, pero envenenado
Cuando se desmaye, la monto en mi carro
Y de una barranca pa'bajo, se la lleva el diablo
Ahí está sonando una guitarra de bajos recursos, pero muchas ambiciones
¡Suena, Martire'!
Tú
En medio de este revolú
Mi amor, yo a ti te compadezco
Pero tengo fundamento pa' enfrentar a tu mamá
Y su maleficio terminar
Y como la vieja no se va, mi plan lo tengo que tramar
Viene En su cumpleaños, le voy a hace' un regalo
Un buen cafecito, pero envenenado
Cuando se desmaye, la monto en mi carro
Y de una barranca pa'bajo, se la lleva el diablo
*grito*
Romeo, brother
Tell me what you’re going to do with your mother-in-law
Well, there’s no way to tell where you’re gonna stop
Mami!
Romeo Santos with you
I figured out our problem
It wasn’t from quarantine, it was your fucking nosy, rowdy mother
nosy and rowdy
I kindly opened the doors to my house for her
But if I mess up, you’ll ask me for divorce
You’ll ask me for divorce
And don’t tell me Mom loves you
Because she has a doctorate in fucking me over
It’s evident, I won your heart
And the blessed witch doesn’t want to see us happy
On her birthday, I’ll give her a gift
A good coffee, but poisoned
When she passes out, I’ll take her in my car
And down a ravine, the devil will take her
Don’t tell me Mom loves you
Because she has a doctorate in fucking me over
It’s evident, I won your heart
And the blessed witch doesn’t want to see us happy
On her birthday, I’ll give her a gift
A good coffee, but poisoned
When she passes out, I’ll take her in my car
And down a ravine, the devil will take her
There’s the guitar playing under low resources, but with lots of ambition
Play it, Martires!
You
In the middle of this mess
My love, I feel for you
But I have a reason to confront your mom
And end her curse
And since the old woman won’t go, I have to make my plan
She’s coming
On her birthday, I’ll give her a gift
A good coffee, but poisoned
When she faints, I’ll take her in my car
And down a ravine, the devil will take her
*screaming*