Paroles et traduction El Fantasma - La Oveja negra

La Oveja negra

"La oveja negra", me llamaron los incautos
Que no gozaron de la vida y los placeres
Que no comprenden que este mundo es de los hombres
Y pa gozarlo nos mandaron las mujeres

Jugué a las cartas mi fortuna y la perdí
Y en esta mano ya mi vida está apostada
Y si la pierdo, nadie puede reprocharme
Al fin y al cabo nomás la traigo prestada

Tomé del mundo nada más lo de mi agrado
Y no me quejo, con ella, estoy pagado
A Dios, las flores, por las mieles que me dieron
Perdón no pido, porque nunca he perdonado

¡Y ánimo, compa Pepe!
Jaloncita de la buena

Yo soy un hombre y pude ser el rey del mundo
Pero los reinos no se forman de ilusiones
Aunque los sueños son riquezas de los pobres
Solo les pido que respeten mis pasiones

Unos vinieron a este mundo a gobernarlo
Otros sufrimos porque no tenemos nada
Pero a la tumba todos, todos llegaremos
El polvo es polvo y eso no lo cambia nada

Tomé del mundo nada más lo de mi agrado
Y no me quejo, con ella, estoy pagado
A Dios, las flores, por las mieles que me dieron
Perdón no pido, porque nunca he perdonado

The Black Sheep

"The black sheep," they called me, the naive ones,
Those who haven't enjoyed life and its pleasures,
Those who don't understand that this world is for men,
And women were sent to us to enjoy it, darling.

I gambled my fortune and lost it,
And in this hand, my life is now at stake.
And if I lose it, no one can reproach me,
After all, I'm only borrowing it, sweetheart.

I took from the world only what pleased me,
And I don't complain, with it, I'm satisfied.
To God, the flowers, for the sweetness they gave me,
I don't ask for forgiveness, because I've never forgiven.

Cheers, my friend Pepe!
A little sip of the good stuff.

I am a man and I could have been the king of the world,
But kingdoms are not built on illusions.
Although dreams are the riches of the poor,
I only ask that you respect my passions, my love.

Some came to this world to rule it,
Others suffer because we have nothing.
But to the grave we all, all will arrive,
Dust is dust and that doesn't change anything.

I took from the world only what pleased me,
And I don't complain, with it, I'm satisfied.
To God, the flowers, for the sweetness they gave me,
I don't ask for forgiveness, because I've never forgiven.