Текст и перевод песни El Mimoso Luis Antonio López - Relatos De Mi Vida

Relatos De Mi Vida

Ahí le va compadre, somos Music VIP
Isael Gutiérrez, Evert Gutiérrez
Ahora sí, con esta se va a prender el cerro, mi viejo, ja-ja-jay

Nací pobre y no me estoy quejando
Solamente relato mi vida
He pasado momentos felices
Y otros tristes, que no se me olvidan

Me he caído, pero me levanto
Dejo al tiempo sanar las heridas
Soy humilde, pero no me busquen
Porque no me verán de rodillas

Nací pobre y no me estoy quejando
Solamente relato mi vida
He pasado momentos felices
Y otros tristes, que no se me olvidan

Me he caído, pero me levanto
Dejo al tiempo sanar las heridas
Soy humilde, pero no me busquen
Porque no me verán de rodillas

Poco a poco, te vas dando cuenta
Quiénes son los que jalan contigo
Apuntados, tengo en mi libreta
Una página y media de amigos

Pero tienen renglones en blanco
Y unos que se han borrado solitos
Y otros que ya no están en la lista
Porque fueron culeros conmigo

Muchas veces la gente es injusta
Si les pides prestado, se burlan
Qué les cuesta decirte no puedo
Porque cuando te ocupan, te buscan
Yo los mando por donde vinieron
20 metros de riata no ajustan
Pa' amarrar esos bueyes cerqueros
Que no sirven ni para la yunta
Hay personas que elogian al rico
Yo no tengo esos falsos modales
Me ha gustado decir lo que pienso
Y si no les gusta, pues, me vale
No permito que nadie me humille
Porque aquí todos somos iguales
No te creas porque cargas un peso
Hoy lo tienes, mañana quién sabe

Ja-ja-jay, ahí le va, mi viejo
Ahí nomás pa' que vea cómo roza la cadena, ja-ja-ja

Muchas veces la gente es injusta
Si les pides prestado, se burlan
Qué les cuesta decirte no puedo
Porque cuando te ocupan, te buscan
Yo los mando por donde vinieron
20 metros de riata, no ajustan
Pa' amarrar esos bueyes cerqueros
Que no sirven ni para la yunta
Mucha gente elogian al rico
Yo no tengo esos falsos modales
Me ha gustado decir lo que pienso
Y si no les gusta, pues, me vale
No permito que nadie me humille
Porque aquí todos somos iguales
No te creas porque cargas un peso
Hoy lo tienes, mañana quién sabe

Stories of My Life

Here you go, compadre, we are Music VIP
Isael Gutiérrez, Evert Gutiérrez
Now, with this one, the hill is gonna light up, my friend, ha-ha-ha

I was born poor, and I'm not complaining
Just telling stories of my life
I've had happy moments
And sad ones, that I don't forget

I've fallen, but I get up
I let time heal the wounds
I'm humble, but don't push me
Because you won't see me on my knees

I was born poor, and I'm not complaining
Just telling stories of my life
I've had happy moments
And sad ones, that I don't forget

I've fallen, but I get up
I let time heal the wounds
I'm humble, but don't push me
Because you won't see me on my knees

Little by little, you realize
Who are the ones who stand by you
I have them noted in my notebook
A page and a half of friends

But there are blank lines
And some that have been erased on their own
And others who are no longer on the list
Because they were jerks to me

People are often unfair
If you ask them for a loan, they make fun of you
What does it cost them to say I can't
Because when they need you, they look for you
I send them back where they came from
20 meters of rope is not enough
To tie up those fence-breaking oxen
That are not even good for the yoke
There are people who praise the rich
I don't have those false manners
I've always liked to say what I think
And if they don't like it, well, I don't care
I don't allow anyone to humiliate me
Because here we are all equal
Don't think you're better because you have money
You have it today, who knows about tomorrow

Ha-ha-ha, there you go, my friend
Just so you can see how the chain rubs, ha-ha-ha

People are often unfair
If you ask them for a loan, they make fun of you
What does it cost them to say I can't
Because when they need you, they look for you
I send them back where they came from
20 meters of rope is not enough
To tie up those fence-breaking oxen
That are not even good for the yoke
Many people praise the rich
I don't have those false manners
I've always liked to say what I think
And if they don't like it, well, I don't care
I don't allow anyone to humiliate me
Because here we are all equal
Don't think you're better because you have money
You have it today, who knows about tomorrow