Ese Niño - José María Napoleón translation in English

Ese Niño

No, no, no
Ese niño no va ser lo que tú quieras
No, no, no
A ese niño no le impongas tus maneras
Pues podría suceder

Que te forme un juicio
Que te crea culpable
Al pasar los años
De tus necedades

Puedes sugerirle, pero no imponerle
Puedes enseñarle, pero no gritarle

No, no, no
Ese niño no va hacer lo que deseas
No, no, no
Ese niño abrazará lo que prefiera
A su gusto y parecer

Es cierto, sus ojos
Son como los tuyo
Pero aunque no creas
El mirar es suyo

Puedes inculcarle, pero no forzarle
Y sentirlo tuyo, pero no engrillarle

Y aunque se te parezca
Aunque sea tu retrato
Tendrá sus propias alas
No podrás evitarlo

Y lastimará
Y se levantará
Y aunque parezca cruel un día se marchará
Es una de tus ramas
Mas no tu propiedad

No, no, no
Ese niño no hablará como tú hablas
No, no, no
Ese niño pensará con sus palabras
Con su voz y a su entender

Tendrá sus ideas
Y si se equivoca
Escuchará el consejo
Que a su puerta toca

Puedes levantarle, pero no atenerle
Puedes zarandearle, pero no golpearle

Y aunque se te parezca
Aunque sea tu retrato
Tendrá sus propias alas
No podrás evitarlo

Y lastimará
Y se levantará
Y aunque parezca cruel un día se marchará
Es una de tus ramas
Mas no tu propiedad

That Boy

No, no, no
That boy won't be what you want him to be
No, no, no
Don't impose your ways on that boy
For it could happen

That he will judge you
That he will believe you are guilty
As the years pass
Of your foolish actions

You can suggest to him, but not impose on him
You can teach him, but not shout at him

No, no, no
That boy will not do what you want
No, no, no
That boy will embrace what he prefers
To his taste and liking

It's true, his eyes
Are like yours
But even though you don't believe it
The look is his

You can instill in him, but not force him
And feel him as your own, but not enslave him

And even though he resembles you
Even though he is your portrait
He will have his own wings
You won't be able to prevent it

And he will hurt
And he will rise up
And even though it seems cruel, one day he will leave
He is one of your branches
But not your property

No, no, no
That boy will not speak like you speak
No, no, no
That boy will think with his own words
With his voice and to his understanding

He will have his own ideas
And if he is wrong
He will listen to the advice
That knocks on his door

You can lift him up, but not hold him back
You can shake him, but not beat him

And even though he resembles you
Even though he is your portrait
He will have his own wings
You won't be able to prevent it

And he will hurt
And he will rise up
And even though it seems cruel, one day he will leave
He is one of your branches
But not your property