Текст и перевод песни Paquita la del Barrio - Amar y Vivir

Amar y Vivir

El sentimiento urvano
"La Sensacion del Barrio"
Y hablan de como me visto
Y hablan de como me muevo
Critican como yo hablo
Que soy un negro cumbiero
Que ya no tengo palabras
Cuando te digo te kiero
X ser un pibe de barrio q no le sobra el dinero
Vivo la vida a mi manera
Y aunque no lo kiera
Siempre vendra alguien de afuera para hablar de mas
De mas esta desirte que no me intereza xq esa es mi naturaleza y asi siempre sera
Como me visto
Y hablan de como me muevo
Critican como yo hablo
Que soy un negro cumbiero
Que ya nl tengo palabras cuando te digo te kiero
X ser un pibe de barrio q no le sobra el dinero
Y x ahi se confundieron cuando vieron
No se que creyeron mi ropa y mi forma de vestir algo dijeron
Que kn esa pinta y esa ropa se fueron de boca
Para sentirse mas gente tiran mierda y no me asusta
Xq no esq te acostubrado q hablen mal de barrio
De la gente q la rima xq no alcanza el salario
Y despues siempre dia dia
Mas a la alegria siente con mucha fuerza que es un camino sin salida
Y hablan de como me visto
Y hablan de como me muevo
Critican kmo yo hablo que soy un negro cumbiero
Q ya no tengo palabras kuando te digo te kiero
X ser un pibe de barrio de no le sobra el dinero
Hablan de como me visto
Hablan de como me muevo
Critican como yo hablo
Que soy un negro cumbiero
Que ya no tengo palabras kuando te digo t kiero
X ser un pibe de barrio q no le sobra el dinero
Y q q yo vivo a manera no me inporta una mierda
Kn la frente en alto ha tocado ire a donde yo kiera
Yo kiero seguir adelante
Xq me enseñaron a seguir luchando a seguir viviendo y a seguir soñando
Como me visto
Y hablan como me muevo
Critican como yo hablo
Que soy un negro kumbiero
Que ya no tengo palabras cuando te digo te kiero
X ser un pibe de barrio que no le sobra el dinero
Como me visto
Y hablan de como me muevo
Critican como yo hablo
Que soy un negro kumbiero
Que ya no tengo palabras cuando te digo te kiero
X ser un pibe de barrio que no le sobra el dinero

To Love and to Live

The urban sentiment
"The Sensation of the Barrio"
They talk about how I dress
They talk about how I move
They criticize how I speak
That I'm a black cumbia dancer
That I have no words left
When I tell you I love you
For being a neighborhood kid who doesn't have money to spare
I live life my way
And even if I don't want it
There will always be someone from the outside to talk too much
It goes without saying that I don't care because that's my nature and it will always be that way
How I dress
And they talk about how I move
They criticize how I speak
That I'm a black cumbia dancer
That I have no words left when I tell you I love you
For being a neighborhood kid who doesn't have money to spare
And maybe they were confused when they saw
I don't know what they believed, my clothes and my way of dressing, they said something
That with that look and those clothes they went overboard
To feel more like people, they throw shit and it doesn't scare me
Because it's not that you're used to them talking bad about the neighborhood
Of the people who rhyme because the salary is not enough
And then always day by day
More to the joy feels with great force that it is a dead end
And they talk about how I dress
And they talk about how I move
They criticize how I speak, that I'm a black cumbia dancer
That I have no words left when I tell you I love you
For being a neighborhood kid who doesn't have money to spare
They talk about how I dress
They talk about how I move
They criticize how I speak
That I'm a black cumbia dancer
That I have no words left when I tell you I love you
For being a neighborhood kid who doesn't have money to spare
And that I live my way, I don't give a damn
With my head held high, I will go wherever I want
I want to keep going forward
Because they taught me to keep fighting, to keep living and to keep dreaming
How I dress
And they talk about how I move
They criticize how I speak
That I'm a black cumbia dancer
That I have no words left when I tell you I love you
For being a neighborhood kid who doesn't have money to spare
How I dress
And they talk about how I move
They criticize how I speak
That I'm a black cumbia dancer
That I have no words left when I tell you I love you
For being a neighborhood kid who doesn't have money to spare