Текст и перевод песни El Mimoso Luis Antonio López - Te Equivocaste

Te Equivocaste

¡Échenle, muchachos!, ¡jálense!
¡Échele, Pelucas!
¡Arriba El Recodo, Sinaloa!

¡Échele ese sentimiento, viejo!

Todo el daño que me has hecho
Vas a ver tarde o temprano
Tú lo tienes que pagar
Este mundo es muy parejo
Y si ahorita estoy perdiendo
Mañana toca ganar (¡ahuevo que sí!)

Que mentira estás viviendo
Al decir que no te importo
Y que te sobra a quién amar
Pobre de tu pensamiento
Se ha olvidado que por dentro
Siempre me vas a llevar (échele, viejo, agárrela bien!)

Te equivocaste (échele macizo, compa)
Mañana será tarde cuando vuelvas
A lamentar tu error, a que yo entienda
Que nunca me dejaste de querer

Te equivocaste
Mañana pagarás todas tus deudas
Vas a andarme pidiendo que te quiera
Quizá para ese tiempo te olvide

¡Ánimo, compa Edwin!
¡Y arriba Tijuana, locos!
¡Échele, primo!
¡Y puro Grupo Firme, compa!
El Mimoso, viejón
Qué chulada (¡puro Music VIP, compadre!)
Ay, chiquitita, ¡ya no la quiero!

Que mentira estás viviendo
Al decir que no te importo
Y que te sobra a quién amar
Pobre de tu pensamiento
Se ha olvidado que por dentro
Siempre me vas a llevar (¡aplíquese, viejo!)

A ver, Mimoso (déjame echar un pinche trago ya, ahorita vas a ver)
Que se note lo que se da en Mazatlán, Sinaloa, viejo, eh
Me vo' a poner de pie

Te equivocaste
Mañana será tarde cuando vuelvas
A lamentar tu error, a que yo entienda
Que nunca me dejaste de querer

Te equivocaste
Mañana pagarás todas tus deudas
Vas a andarme pidiendo que te quiera
Quizá para ese tiempo (¡sosténgala, viejo!)
Te olvide (ay, ay, ay, ¡babosa!)

¡Ahí se la haiga!
Le quise echar la lucha, eh (él que no se acuerda)
Mi respeto pa' usted, Miguel (el Flaco que se montó a la segunda)
Jo, jo, jo, ¡chingón! (el Yaqui que te trae bien loco)
¡Puro pata salada!

You Made a Mistake

Let's go, boys, let's get going!
Come on, Pelucas!
El Recodo, Sinaloa is up!

Put some feeling into it, old man!

All the pain you've caused me,
You'll see it sooner or later,
You'll have to pay for it,
This world is a fair place,
And if I'm losing now,
Tomorrow it's my turn to win (hell yeah!)

What a lie you're living,
When you say that I don't matter to you,
And that you have plenty of people to love,
Poor thing, you forgot,
That deep down,
You will always carry me (Go for it, old man, hold on tight!)

You were wrong (Go for it, buddy!),
Tomorrow it will be too late when you come back,
To regret your mistake, for me to understand,
That you never stopped loving me

You were wrong
Tomorrow you will pay all your debts
You will ask me to love you
Maybe by that time I will have forgotten you

Come on buddy Edwin!
And cheers to Tijuana, come on!
Go for it, cousin!
And pure Grupo Firme, buddy!
El Mimoso, old man
What a nice song (pure Music VIP, buddy!)
Oh, baby, I don't want you anymore!

What a lie you're living,
When you say that I don't matter to you,
And that you have plenty of people to love,
Poor thing, you forgot,
That deep down,
You will always carry me (Go for it, old man!

Look, Mimoso (let me take a sip, you're going to see now)
Let's show them what Mazatlán, Sinaloa, is made of, old man, eh
I'm going to stand up

You were wrong
Tomorrow it will be too late when you come back
To regret your mistake, for me to understand,
That you never stopped loving me

You were wrong
Tomorrow you will pay all your debts
You will ask me to love you and beg
Maybe by that time (hold on tight, old man!)
I will have forgotten you (oh, oh, oh, you fool!)

There you have it!
I tried my best (the one that you say you don't remember)
My respect to you, Miguel (the skinny guy at the bass)
Ha ha ha, awesome! (the Yaqui that drives you crazy)
Pure sailors!