La Tripleta [English translation]

Let's speak clearly, let's get crass

Leave behind the dumb stuff

Let's get back to basics, to the bases

This song will be the most filthy, classless

The most immoral, the most carnal, the most sexual

Let's suck up the salt

This is a delicacy but not mystical, it's all physical

Let's go one by one, in twos or in threes

If you're macho enough, let's go in bunches

Mixed like punch, automatic without clutch

Hike up your blouse to see how

Your back meets your butt, black or purple colors

You're in my bed because today I have the muse

On top of that, your a**, which you have a lot of

Let me explore you like a child hears everything

So I can make you wet without you taking a shower

(The tribe is wild...)

(The tribe is wild...)

Listen to this, imagine that it's not reggaeton

Dance barefoot, with tennis shoes, or with high heels

Now move all your fat like Iris Chacón

We're going to give you a little Chinese-chin-chan-chon

This kid that you have to abuse

I sink into your tortilla like a diver

Even if you're hairy like a Russian's armpit

For this mahogany, here, I brought my saw

And who has the chicken broth?

Pickled with Don Goyo, Creole colored

With a chair for a flask

That looks like it ate spinach

This kid, dark-colored like Shaka

She has a more comfortable back than a Craftmatic

The original, with her petite skirt

With her panty line white like a mita (?)

Any guy whistles at her

Any guy vomits with this mountain girl

(The tribe is wild...)

(And they want macaroni...)

(I'm the one who cooks for them...)

(We're going to give them bacon...)

Tonight, I'm single

I have an urge to eat a steak sandwich like a laborer

To shake hips like a merengue dancer

To get more women than a milkman

But first we have to cloak the higüero (?)

If you feel sick, here, I've brought your serum

Today I'm easier, I'm the most leathery

My penis vomits frosty old cheese

Because a long time ago, I planted things without watering them

But as you like it, we're going on the trail

I'm not accepting any but's

I'm going to the full extent

I'm the chef, the best cook

I'm going to give you a massage like the butcher

(The tribe is wild...)

(And they want macaroni...)

(I'm the one who cooks for them...)

(We're going to give them bacon...)

(The tribe is wild...)

(And they want macaroni...)

(I'm the one who cooks for them...)

(We're going to give them bacon...)

• Artist:Calle 13
• Album:Calle 13