Текст и перевод песни Malucci - Material

Material

Todavía me acuerdo de ese día
Entre tanta estupidez que tu decías
Que aunque yo fuera tu preferida
No podía pasar de una amiga

No era el tipo de mujer que tú querías
Pero disfrutabas de mi compañía, ¡mala mía!
Por no depender de nadie y siempre correr por la mía
Mis ojos no lloran, pero sí llora la melodía, ah

Que yo no era el material de mujer pa' estar contigo
Que yo no era el material pa' presentarle a tus amigos
Que yo no era el material, se trata de más que eso
Que yo no era el materia-a-a-a-a-al

Es porque sé lo que quiero, como tú
Me gusta el dinero, como tú
Porque yo no me dejo, como tú
Porque soy igual de hija 'e puta que tú
Porque yo chingo, como o con quien me da la gana
¿O por qué tus panas de mí también tienen ganas?

¿O soy muy salvaje pa' ti?
Al mismo tiempo la que está más puesta pa' ti
Piensas en lo que va a decir la gente de ti
Que soy el final y que te voy a hacer sufrir aah

¿Cómo tener una perra de novia?
Perra, porque pienso como tú y eso te agobia
Creo que tú ya conoce' el desenlace de esta historia
Te vas por la santa, pero te aburre la trayectoria

Que yo no era el material de mujer pa' estar contigo
Que yo no era el material pa' presentarle a tus amigos
Que yo no era el material, se trata de más que eso
Que yo no era el materia-a-a-a-a-al

Me parte el alma
Pero ya me ha pasado, gracias
A ti tipos como tú, es que hasta aquí he llegado
A romperme el corazón mejor, porque así es que he logrado
Que todos los que dudaban, hoy me quieran a su lado

Lo tomo con calma, pero ya se hizo tarde
Te doy las gracias por ser el motor pa' yo superarme
Pa' cuando quieras venir a buscarme
Habré encontrado en mí
Lo que tú nunca hubieses podido darme

Que yo no era el material de mujer pa' estar contigo
Que yo no era el material pa' presentarle a tus amigos
Que yo no era el material, se trata de más que eso
Que yo no era el materia-a-a-a-a-al

Que yo no era el materia-a-a-a-a-al
Que yo no era el materia-a-a-a-a-al
Malucci
Miro ángeles
Third World, king

Material

I still remember that day
Among so much stupidity that you were saying
That even if I was your favorite
I couldn't be more than a friend

I wasn't the type of woman you wanted
But you enjoyed my company, too bad for you!
Because I don't depend on anyone and always run my own way
My eyes don't cry, but the melody does, ah

That I wasn't wife material to be with you
That I wasn't the material to introduce to your friends
That I wasn't the material, it's about more than that
That I wasn't the materia-a-a-a-a-al

It's because I know what I want, just like you
I like money, just like you
Because I don't let myself be pushed around, just like you
Because I'm just as much of a son of a bitch as you are
Because I fuck whoever I want
Or why are your buddies also into me?

Or am I too wild for you?
At the same time the one that's most down for you
You think about what people are going to say about you
That I'm the end and I'm going to make you suffer aah

How to have a bad bitch as a girlfriend?
Bitch, because I think like you and that overwhelms you
I think you already know the outcome of this story
You go for the saint, but you're bored with the trajectory

That I wasn't wife material to be with you
That I wasn't the material to introduce to your friends
That I wasn't the material, it's about more than that
That I wasn't the materia-a-a-a-a-al

It breaks my soul
But it's happened to me before, thanks
To guys like you, that's how far I've come
To break my heart better, because that's how I've achieved
That all those who doubted me, today want me by their side

I take it easy, but it's too late
Thank you for being the engine for me to improve myself
For when you want to come looking for me
I will have found in myself
What you could never have given me

That I wasn't wife material to be with you
That I wasn't the material to introduce to your friends
That I wasn't the material, it's about more than that
That I wasn't the materia-a-a-a-a-al

That I wasn't the materia-a-a-a-a-al
That I wasn't the materia-a-a-a-a-al
Malucci
Miro ángeles
Third World, king