Ni chicha ni limoná [English translation]

Huddle up, come a bit closer, mister

Here where the sun is warm

You already are used to

Going around all over the place

So it won't hurt you

To be where it burns.

You, mister, are nothing,

Neither chicha nor lemonade

You're always stroking,

Your dignity, gee whiz man.

The party has begun

And things are getting fiery

You were the least interested before

Now you want to take over the whole dance

Because big noses

Don't let any smell escape them.

If we want more good ol' raves

First we'll have to work

And we'll have enough for all

Shelter, bread, and friendship

And if you don't agree

That's your problem

This is going to go forward

And it's not going to turn back.

Stop being so slow

Come and fix your ailment

Because I don't have any

Daggers under my poncho

And if you insist on portruding your snout

We're going to expropriate

Your gun, your tongue,

And everything else.