Текст и перевод песни Banda Brava - Soy Lo Que Soy

Soy Lo Que Soy

Y esta es la banda Brava de Jose Carlos Rodriguez Y su chelinon compa
Echale Brava

Mucho he pasado
Y no olvido de cosas malas y buenas
Que me han marcado
Hubo de todo cuando abajo me encontré
Y aunque he cambiado
Mi distintivo siempre ha sido la humildad
Mi mayor rasgo

No me preocupa
Sean frijoles o caviar
Doy el bocado
Nací sin nada y nada me voy a llevar
De lo que lo que traigo

Suenan dos letras
Dos consonantes que son quienes Clave dan
Y soy de guerra
Tengo principios Que mi padre me inculco Y soy cuatro letras
Soy doble r Por si quieren preguntar Es la respuesta

No me preocupa Si en una suite me hospede O duermo en cueva
Si en un Ferrari o un lambo Me ven pasear o a pie en la sierra
Es lo que soy Es mi verdad
Entiendo que el talento Me brindo un lugar
En esta empresa

Mi San Juditas Me ha brindado protección En tantas vueltas
Que mis muchachos Debo de sus vidas cuidar, Esa es mi meta
Soy doble r Y aunque bastante logré
No despego los pies de la tierra

Y aquí venimos mi gente Demostrando
Que estamos En esto porque podemos
Y no porque nadie Nos ha sabido ayudar
La banda Brava, el León y su gente Pariente
Porque se camina lento Pero con toda la fuerza del mundo viejo

Mi rifle a un lado
No lo despego Y la glock pa la cintura Por donde ando
Atrás de mi un comboy De varias trocas duras Y varios soldados
Elite del grupo Que mucho se hace sonar Están al mando
No me preocupa Si el traje lui vuinton O camuflajeado
Agradecido con don mencho Y con el tres Estoy entrado

Esta es mi vida
Si me preguntanPorque que me enrole Fue Por mi familia
Bastantes años Me acostado en tener Lo que quería
A mis amigos y a mi gente a mis muchachos Que me cuidan
No me preocupa Si celebro con champagne O con cervecita
Y si preguntan Que tengo que festejar
Es que aún hay vida

El grupo elite Presente esta Por Guanajuato Artillados marcharan
En pie de guerra
Para don mencho Y a su hijo la lealtad Será eterna
Que los cincuenta cuernos Y rpgs están que tientan
Con una alerta basta Pa que se activen
Gritando fuerte Puro cuatro letras

I Am What I Am

And this is the Brava Band of Jose Carlos Rodriguez and his chelinon, compa
Go for it, Brava!

I've been through a lot, darling,
And I don't forget the bad and good things
That have marked me.
There was everything when I was down and out,
And even though I've changed,
My hallmark has always been humility,
My greatest trait.

It doesn't worry me, sweetheart,
Whether it's beans or caviar.
I take the bite.
I was born with nothing and I'll take nothing with me.
Of what I have.

Two letters sound,
Two consonants that give the key.
And I'm a warrior.
I have principles that my father instilled in me. And I'm four letters.
I'm double R, in case you want to ask. It's the answer.

It doesn't worry me if I stay in a suite or sleep in a cave, my love.
If you see me driving a Ferrari or a Lambo, or walking in the mountains.
It's what I am. It's my truth.
I understand that talent gave me a place
In this business.

My Saint Jude has given me protection in so many turns.
I must take care of my boys' lives, that's my goal.
I'm double R, and even though I've achieved a lot,
I don't take my feet off the ground.

And here we come, my people, showing
That we are in this because we can
And not because anyone has helped us.
The Brava Band, the Lion and his people, kin.
Because we walk slowly but with all the strength of the old world.

My rifle by my side,
I don't let go of it, and the Glock on my waist wherever I go.
Behind me a convoy of several tough trucks and several soldiers,
Elite of the group that makes a lot of noise. They are in command.
It doesn't worry me if the suit is Louis Vuitton or camouflage.
Grateful to Don Mencho and El Tres, I'm in.

This is my life.
If you ask me why I joined, it was for my family.
For many years, I've gotten used to having what I wanted.
To my friends and my people, to my boys who take care of me.
It doesn't worry me if I celebrate with champagne or with beer.
And if you ask what I have to celebrate,
It's that there's still life.

The elite group is present in Guanajuato, armed they will march.
On a war footing.
For Don Mencho and his son, loyalty will be eternal.
The fifty horns and RPGs are tempting.
One alert is enough for them to activate.
Shouting loud, Pure four letters.