Текст и перевод песни Los Plebes del Rancho de Ariel Camacho - El Pleito

El Pleito

Si yo no me he peleado con la envidia
Díganme, por qué me andan buscando
Según yo, echarle ganas día con día
No es ofensa, menos es un pecado
Ya me dijeron las malas lenguas
Que no les gusto verme gastando

Yo nomas le he buscado a la vida
Por cierto, cómo le he batallado
Corro riegos si es por mi familia
Que en la mesa no falte el bocado
Si el brillo se mira en mi presente
Es porque sufrí mucho el pasado

No vengo a darle gusto a la gente
Pero por las buenas, he ayudado
Y no me siento tan diferente
Porque mis bolsillos he llenado
Y mientras que siguen con el pleito
Me dedico a seguir trabajando

Y esto es DEL Records

Y si quieren voltear las tortillas
No metan las manos en el plato
Si no traen cuchara ni se sirvan
Pa los envidiosos no hay reparto
Si quieren sembrar, tiren semillas
Milpa ajena no es pa andar robando

Yo no traigo queso pa las ratas
Solo tiros que me andan sobrando
Aviso a los perros abrelatas
Que mi carne vienen olfateando
Su mejor defensa son las patas
Aquí no andan tirándole a los patos

No vengo a darle gusto a la gente
Pero por las buenas he ayudado
Y no me siento tan diferente
Porque mis bolsillos he llenado
Y mientras que siguen con el pleito
Me dedico a seguir trabajando

The Argument

If I haven't had a fight with envy
Tell me, why are they looking for me?
As far as I know, working hard day by day
Isn't an offense, any less than a sin
The gossips have told me
That they don't like to see me spending money

I have only sought life
Incidentally, how I have struggled
I take risks for my family
So that there is no lack of food on the table
If the brightness is seen in my present
It is because I suffered greatly in the past

I'm not here to please people
But, on good terms, I have helped
And I don't feel all that different
Because I have filled my pockets
And while they continue with the argument
I dedicate myself to continue working

And this is DEL Records

And if you want to turn the tortillas
Don't put your hands in the plate
If you don't have a spoon, don't serve yourself
There is no distribution for the envious
If you want to sow, toss seeds
Another's farmland is not for stealing

I don't have cheese for the rats
Only bullets that I have to spare
Notice to the tin openers
That they come sniffing at my meat
Their best defense is their legs
Here, they don't go shooting at ducks

I'm not here to please people
But on good terms, I have helped
And I don't feel all that different
Because I have filled my pockets
And while they continue with the argument
I dedicate myself to continue working