Paroles et traduction David Martinez - Biografía

Biografía

Yo fecha del 97 dia 14 de julio.
Cinco de la tarde cuando mi madre me obtuvo.
Cuando el tiempo se detuvo.
Cuando en sus brazos me tuvo.
La primera mujer que lloro cuando me vio desnudo.
Ese soy yo El que por todo sentia alegria.
El que no sabia que era lo que mis ojos veian.
El que por todo lloraba ese que por todo reia.
Y pasaba todo el dia metido en la guarderia.
El que los fines vivitaba a su abuelita.
El que su primera palabra fue chiquita.
Ese que siempre se la pasaba en la cuna.
El cual lloraba de mas cuando cuando le ponian una vacuna.
Total todos me dicen que no era normal.
Pues siempre me quedaba dormidote en el cereal.
Nunca vi caricaturas y siempre a vente el chupon.
Solo me gustaba el futbol cuando papa gritaba gol.
Y fui creciendo jamas me gusto la escuela.
Levantarme temprano y estudiar me dava hueva.
No eran monedas lo que me gustaba de a deveras.
Era no asistir a clases porque tenia varicela.
Pasaba a la secundaria ya todo es diferente.
Conocia mas gente se agarraba otro ambiente.
Ya me sentia mas grande pero pues realmente.
Era un chamaco que solo disfrutaba el presente.
Yo tenia mis dones tenia mis razones.
Siempre me gustaba poner mis condiciones.
Nunca voy olvidar muchas de mis situaciones.
Como la primera ves que tuve mis relaciones.
Cuando entre a la prepa cuando me corrieron.
Cuando mis padres como hijo me desconocieron.
Cuando me llevaron preso.
Cuando no se la creyeron.
Cuando el dolor y el sufrimiento conmigo lo vivieron.
Y en el barrio ya muchas veces me habia peliado.
Nunca me habia tocado pues siempre me habia pelado.
Pero fue a los 17 primera vez encanado.
Encerrado en una celda por los policias golpeado.
Mama siempre quiso que su hijo fuera dentista.
Aunque papa votaba porque fuera futbolista.
Pero ami me gusto mas esto de ser artista.
De sonar en la pista de nunca ser conformista.
No engaña martinez comenzo hacer hazaña.
Primer evento en vivo de estelar en parque españa.
Salieron mas eventos empezo el movimiento.
Y cada que canto cada que disfruto ese momento.
Tambien tuve un evento privado en monterrey.
Bien enchufate monterrey me hice bien compa de el.
Me di cuenta que era la ley y no podia llamarlo wuey.
Sino un amigo padrino mi compita mas bien.
Eh tenido muchas caidas pero por lo tanto.
Tengo a mis seguidores y por ellos me levanto.
Trato de llevarme siempre el campeonato.
No canto para ser feliz yo soy feliz porque canto.
Hoy en dia conmigo mismo siento alegria.
Al ver a los ojos al que dijo que no podia.
Todo es gracias a dios y a la virgen maria.
Esta es mi historia mi vida mi blog mi boigrafia Yia!

Biography

I was born on July 14th, 1997.
Five in the afternoon, when my mother held me for the first time.
When time stood still.
When she held me in her arms.
The first woman who cried when she saw me naked.
That's me. The one who felt joy for everything.
The one who didn't know what his eyes were seeing.
The one who cried for everything, the one who laughed for everything.
And spent all day in daycare.
The one who visited his grandma on weekends.
The one whose first word was "chiquita" (little girl).
The one who always stayed in the crib.
The one who cried the most when he got a vaccine.
Everyone told me I wasn't normal.
Because I always fell asleep in my cereal.
I never watched cartoons and always had the pacifier at twenty.
I only liked soccer when dad yelled "goal".
And as I grew, I never liked school.
Waking up early and studying made me lazy.
It wasn't the money I really liked about owing.
It was not going to class because I had chickenpox.
Going to high school, everything is different.
I met more people, the atmosphere was different.
I already felt older, but really.
I was just a kid who enjoyed the present.
I had my gifts, I had my reasons.
I always liked to set my own terms.
I will never forget many of my situations.
Like the first time I had sex.
When I started high school, when I got kicked out.
When my parents disowned me as their son.
When they took me to jail.
When they didn't believe her.
When they lived through the pain and suffering with me.
And in the neighborhood, I had already fought many times.
I had never been hit, I had always run away.
But it was at 17, the first time I was locked up.
Locked in a cell, beaten by the police.
Mom always wanted her son to be a dentist.
Although dad voted for him to be a soccer player.
But I liked this being an artist thing better.
To sound on the track, to never be conformist.
Martinez doesn't lie, he started to make a feat.
First live event as a headliner in Parque España.
More events came out, the movement started.
And every time I sing, every time I enjoy that moment.
I also had a private event in Monterrey.
Well connected Monterrey, I became good friends with him.
I realized he was the law and I couldn't call him "wuey".
But a friend, godfather, my buddy rather.
I've had many falls, but therefore.
I have my followers and because of them I get up.
I always try to take the championship.
I don't sing to be happy, I am happy because I sing.
Today, I feel joy with myself.
When I look into the eyes of the one who said I couldn't.
Everything is thanks to God and the Virgin Mary.
This is my story, my life, my blog, my biography. Yia!