Текст и перевод песни Los Del Arroyo - Cobrando Factura

Cobrando Factura

Siempre es dificl
Cuando hay espera
Pero al que guarda, no es un cualquiera
Se siente al cambio
De la moneda
Ya no da vueltas, en su semblera
Si no preguntenselo ala sierra
Les hace falta que mucho llueva
Mas no es por agua que desesperan
Si no que falta que se las lleva
Toda factura
Es bien cobrada
Si te preguntan, no sabes nada
Caundo lo mires mejor no tientes
Lo que no sepas mejor, ni inventes
Solo un consejo, no me lo tienten
Por que es mi padre & hay mucha gente
Que brinca al toro si un dia se ofrece
Estamos alo que pide el clienteee
Traigo un enrredo
& Sin mecates
Yo traigo un nudo
Para agustarles
Las cuentas se hicieron para pagarse
Ahora yo canto & cordino el baile
Tengo un ejemplo que mucho vale
Traigo su vuelo & el mismo jale
Ando en lo firme no abuso de aire
Papa yo nunca pienso fallarle
Miro seguido correr las horas
& Entre sus tiros veo la pistola
Caballos arco, bonito azteca
La cara blanca pa' alma refleja
Veo el calendario & no se la fecha
Sigo en camino abriendo brechas
Para que vuelvan buenas cosechas
Presiento padre que el dia se acercaaa

Collecting Debt

It's always difficult
When there's a wait
But for those who wait, they're not just anyone
You feel the change
Of the currency
It no longer spins, in its semblance
If not, ask the mountains
They need a lot of rain
But it's not for water that they're desperate
If not that it takes them away
Every bill
Is well paid
If they ask you, you know nothing
When you look at it, don't tempt
What you don't know better, don't invent
Just a piece of advice, don't tempt me
Because he's my father & there are many people
Who will jump at the bull if one day it offers itself
We are at the client's request
I bring a tangle
& without ropes
I bring a knot
To please you
Bills are made to be paid
Now I sing & coordinate the dance
I have an example that is worth a lot
I bring his flight & the same pull
I walk on the firm, I don't abuse air
Dad, I never plan to fail you
I look at the hours go by often
& among his shots I see the gun
Horses arch, beautiful Aztec
The white face reflects the soul
I look at the calendar & don't know the date
I continue on my way, opening paths
So that good harvests return
I sense father that the day is coming close