Текст и перевод песни Loquillo - La Mala Reputación (Loquillo en Vivo en Madrid)

La Mala Reputación (Loquillo en Vivo en Madrid)

En mi pueblo sin pretensión
Tengo mala reputación
Haga lo que haga, es igual
Todo lo consideran mal
Yo no pienso pues hacer ningun daño
Queriendo vivir fuera del rebaño

A la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
A la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe

Todos todos me miran mal
Salvo los ciegos es natural

En la fiesta nacional yo me quedo en la cama igual
La musica militar nunca me supo levantar
En el mundo pues no hay mayor pecado
Que el de no seguir al abanderado

A la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
A la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe

Todos me muestran con el dedo
Salvo los mancos
Quiero y no puedo

Si en la calle corre un ladron
Y a la zaga va un ricachon
Zancadilla pongo al señor
Y aplastado el perseguidor
Eso si que si
Que sera una lata
Siempre tengo yo
Que meter la pata

A la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
A la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe

Todos detras de mi a correr
Salvo los cojos
Es de creer

No hace falta saber latin
Para saber cual sera mi fin
En el pueblo se empieza a oir
Muerte muerte al villano vil

Yo no pienso pues armar ningun ruido
Porque no va a Roma el camino mio

A la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
A la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe

Todos todos me miran mal
Salvo los ciegos
Es natural

Bad Reputation (Loquillo Live in Madrid)

In my town, without any pretense
I have a bad reputation
No matter what I do, it's the same
Everything is considered wrong
I don't plan on causing any harm
I want to live outside the herd

People don't like it when
You have your own faith
People don't like it when
You have your own faith

Everyone, everyone looks at me badly
Except the blind, naturally

On the national holiday, I stay in bed, the same
Military music never could lift my spirits
In the world, there's no greater sin
Than not following the flag bearer

People don't like it when
You have your own faith
People don't like it when
You have your own faith

Everyone points at me with their finger
Except the one-armed
I want to, but I can't

If a thief runs down the street
And a rich guy follows close behind
I trip up the gentleman
And the pursuer gets squashed
That's for sure
That'll be a pain
I always have
To put my foot in my mouth

People don't like it when
You have your own faith
People don't like it when
You have your own faith

Everyone runs after me
Except the lame
It's believable

You don't need to know Latin
To know what my end will be
In town, you can hear it
Death, death to the villain

I don't plan on making any noise
Because my path doesn't lead to Rome

People don't like it when
You have your own faith
People don't like it when
You have your own faith

Everyone, everyone looks at me badly
Except the blind
It's natural