Me llaman El Encopao
los que no saben lo que me ha pasao
y me ven hecho un cualquiera...
¡Que digan lo que digan,
que ya no me hace mella!
Me llaman El Encopao
como si el que anda así pierde el honor
y no piensan que el que mata
su rabia entre unas copas
tiene su razón.

¡Total, qué le importa a ella
que viva como yo vivo!
Siempre metido en el boliche de esa esquina
que ha dejado de ser linda
por su olvido.
¡Total, qué le importa a ella
que viva como yo vivo!
Mareado de caña y de recuerdos, noche y día,
día y noche, por su vida
que es mi amor.

Me dicen El Encopao
y no es mentira que voy mal rumbeao...
¡Todo por una morocha
que me marcó una güeya
de penas y de sombras!
Me llaman El Encopao
pero conmigo nadie va a jugar
porque los hombres se encuentran
y entonces cara a cara
hay que corajear.

English translation

They call me El Encopao
those who don't know what has happened to me
and they see me as a nobody...
Let them say whatever they say,
that it doesn't make a dent in me!
They call me El Encopao
as if he who walks like that loses his honor
and they don't think that he who kills
his rage over a few drinks
has his reason.

What does it matter to her
that I live the way I live!
Always stuck in the bowling alley on that corner
that has ceased to be beautiful
because of her oblivion.
What does it matter to her
that I live as I live!
Dizzy with cane and memories, night and day,
day and night, for her life
which is my love.

They call me El Encopao
and it's not a lie that I'm going badly rumbeao...
All because of a brunette
that marked me a güeya
of sorrows and shadows!
They call me El Encopao
but nobody will play with me
because men meet
and then face to face
you have to face each other.