Текст и перевод песни Silvestre Dangond - Rico Yo (Mil Canciones) - En Vivo

Rico Yo (Mil Canciones) - En Vivo

Yo sé de que estoy hecho y nada me cambia
Por eso tu calumnia me resbala

Y pobre tú que te toca hacer cola pa' pagar la luz tu futuro siniestro
Rico yo que disfruto del sol me
Alumbro con mechon y sombrero de fieltro
Pobre tu que tienes el dinero pa' curarte un mal y te dejas morir
Rico yo que na' mas tengo el cielo
Y un Dios que me sana pa' poder vivir

Pobre tu que tu dieta es con frutas
Carnes y animales y abrigos de lino
Rico yo que como lo que encuentro el
Pan es la carne y el agua es el vino
Pobre tu que tienes el dinero y das el 2 por ciento por creer en Jesus
Rico yo que soy un repobrete yo si doy el diezmo yo se que es mi luz

Pobrecito el que siembra manzanas y recoge limones
Rico yo que siembro una palabra y nacen mil canciones

Yo guardé en mis ojos un mar de lágrimas pa' llorar a mi mamá
Pero con tu engaño me acabaste no hay lágrimas pa' llorar
Yo guarde en mis ojos un mar de lágrimas pa' llorar a mi mamá
Pero con tu engaño me mataste no hay lágrimas pa' llorar

Pobre tu que tienes nuevo amor y te mata la duda y nunca crees en él
Rico yo que si tengo un amor que le
Entrego mis llaves yo sé que ella me es fiel
Pobre tu que no sabes quien soy que me
Ves a tus pasos y hablas a mis espaldas
Rico yo que vivo el día de hoy que
La gente me ve y enseguida me abraza

Pobrecito el que siembra manzanas y recoge limones
Rico yo que siembro una palabra y nacen mil canciones

Yo guarde en mis ojos un mar de lágrima pa' llorar a mi mama
Pero con tu engaño me mataste no hay lágrimas pa' llorar (bis)

Rico Yo (A Thousand Songs) - Live

I know who I am and nothing can change me
That's why your slander rolls off my back

And poor you, who has to stand in line to pay for your electricity, your future is bleak
I am rich, and I enjoy the sun
I light my way with matches and a felt hat
Poor you, who has the money to cure an illness and yet you let yourself die
I am rich, and I have nothing but the sky
And a God who heals me so that I can live

Poor you, whose diet consists of fruits
Meats and animals, and linen clothing
I am rich, and I eat whatever I can find
Bread is my meat, and water is my wine
Poor you, who have the money and give two percent because you believe in Jesus
I am rich, and I am a poor wretch, but I give a tithe because I know it is my light

Poor, my dear, is he who sows apples and reaps lemons
I am rich, for I sow a word and a thousand songs are born

I kept a sea of tears in my eyes to weep for my mother
But with your deception you have finished me off, there are no tears left to cry
I kept a sea of tears in my eyes to weep for my mother
But with your betrayal you have killed me, there are no tears left to cry

Poor you, who have a new love and yet doubt consumes you, and you never believe in him
I am rich, for if I have a love, I
Give her my keys, for I know she is faithful to me
Poor you, who do not know who I am, who
Watch me as I walk and talk behind my back
I am rich, for I live each day as it comes, and
People see me and immediately embrace me

Poor, my dear, is he who sows apples and reaps lemons
I am rich, for I sow a word and a thousand songs are born

I kept a sea of tears in my eyes to weep for my mother
But with your deception you have killed me, there are no tears left to cry (repeat)