Текст и перевод песни Joss Favela - Si Volviera a Nacer

Si Volviera a Nacer

Poco a poco fui creciendo y atorándole a la chamba
Porque mis padres me dieron buen ejemplo y no palabras
Los recuerdos mi infancia con mi viejo allá en el campo
Yo nomás lleva el lonche, 'taba niño pa'l trabajo
Pero cuando cumplí 13 ya podía muy bien la pala y pa' no verlo cansado
Qué bonito le atoraba

Agradezco ser de rancho
No me afrento ni lo escondo
Yo no lo niego
Yo no me rajo
Pues de mis viejos yo me hago cargo

Y cómo no voy a atorarle si me dieron tantas cosas
Y en la mesa no faltaron los frijoles ni las gordas
Se ocupan muy buenos padres
Para ser buena persona

Y cómo no voy a atorarle si me siento bendecido
Los huaraches que me dieron
Fue con su trabajo limpio
Esa infancia ya aseguro la quisieran muchos ricos

Y si volviera a nacer por Dios santo pediría
Nacer siempre donde mismo

Y cómo no voy a atorarle si me dieron tantas cosas
Y en la mesa no faltaron los frijoles ni las gordas
Se ocupan muy buenos padres
Para ser buena persona

Y cómo no voy a atorarle si me siento bendecido
Los huaraches que me dieron
Fue con su trabajo limpio
Esa infancia te aseguro la quisieran muchos ricos

Y si volviera a nacer por Dios santo pediría
Nacer siempre donde mismo

If I Were Born Again

Little by little I was growing and getting used to work
Because my parents gave me a good example and not just words
The memories of my childhood with my old man in the countryside
I would just carry the lunch, I was too young to work
But when I turned 13 I could already use the shovel very well and so that I wouldn't see him tired
How beautiful it was that he suffered

I'm grateful to be from the countryside
I'm not ashamed of it nor do I hide it
I don't deny it
I don't give up
Because I take care of my parents

And how can I not suffer if they gave me so much
And at the table there was never a lack of beans or tortillas
Good parents are needed
To be a good person

And how can I not suffer if I feel so blessed
The huaraches they gave me
Were with their clean work
That childhood I assure you many rich people would want

And if I were born again, I would ask God
To always be born in the same place

And how can I not suffer if they gave me so much
And at the table there was never a lack of beans or tortillas
Good parents are needed
To be a good person

And how can I not suffer if I feel so blessed
The huaraches they gave me
Were with their clean work
That childhood I assure you many rich people would want

And if I were born again, I would ask God
To always be born in the same place