Текст и перевод песни Vicente Fernández - El Maestro

El Maestro

Que te fuiste con mi Amigo
Pero no estoy ofendido tal vez tengas la razón
Oye bien lo que te digo
Desearas no a ver nacido al hacer comparación
El vendrá como castigo...
Al sentirse mas querido vas hacerle una traición
Hay un dicho conocido, que el que roba a un buen amigo
Por traidor y por canalla se le pudre el Corazón

Que bueno que era mi amigo
Porque así seré testigo de lo mucho que me amaste
Y nunca va a estar tranquilo
Porque vas a traicionarlo como ami me traicionaste...

Que bueno que era mi amigo
Porque cuando este contigo vas a recordar lo nuestro
Y al fin te habrás convencido
Que aunque el me copie el estilo yo sigo siendo el maestro...

The Master

So you left with my friend,
But I'm not offended, maybe you're right.
Listen closely to what I say,
You'll wish you weren't born when you make the comparison.
He will come as punishment...
Feeling more loved, you'll betray him too.
There's a well-known saying, that he who steals from a good friend,
For being a traitor and a scoundrel, his heart rots away.

It's good that he was my friend,
Because that way I'll be a witness to how much you loved me.
And he will never be at peace,
Because you're going to betray him just like you betrayed me...

It's good that he was my friend,
Because when you're with him, you'll remember us.
And in the end you'll be convinced,
That even if he copies my style, I'm still the master...