More songs by Big One
More songs by Yami Safdie
More songs by LIT killah
Description
Producer: Big One
Studio Producer, Author: Daniel Ismael Real
Author: Yamila Safdie
Author: Mauro Román Monzón
Author: Leandro Fabian Schefer
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mi mami siempre me dijo que me case, que tenga dos hijos.
Que eso solo es la vida, que pa' qué tanto más necesito.
Pero yo tengo un ardor que me quema en el pecho, que me dice que yo nací para mucho más.
Y quizá tengas razón, quizá perdí la cordura, pero prefiero intentarlo y fallar -a morir con la duda. -Dicen que, dicen que, dicen que. . .
Dicen que no es lo mío cantar, de crío metiéndome en líos. ¿Que están?
Ahora sonrío, soy Leo en Qatar. Duermo con la copa y ya quiero otro mundial.
Hicimos el click sin tener que hacer clic. Ando con Bill, siempre money in my bag.
Cuando me decido no me tiro pa' atrás. Cuido mi apellido, no me fío de na'.
Tengo en mi mano todo lo que le he pedido a Dios. Con mis hermanos brindamos por lo que sucedió.
Nunca tuve un plan B, por eso fue que se nos dio.
-Siguen buscando la manera. -De ser como yo.
No existe cura, no hay quien pueda.
-Ni un psiquiatra. -Noches soñando que suceda.
-Lo que deseo. -El fuego no se va a apagar.
Pero, pero, pero, pero yo tengo un ardor que me quema en el pecho, que me dice que yo nací para mucho más.
Y quizá tengas razón, quizá perdí la cordura, pero prefiero intentarlo y fallar a morir con la duda.
Al mirar atrás, cuando mi juventud se empiece a marchitar, solo me quedarán historias que sonarán entre las calles de algún barrio de -arrabal.
-De que me voy a arrepentir, cosa mía, cada error que cometí.
¿Quién me quita lo bailado cuando se acabe este tango que algunos llaman vivir?
English translation
My mom always told me to get married, to have two children.
That's just life, why do I need so much more?
But I have a burning sensation in my chest, which tells me that I was born for much more.
And maybe you're right, maybe I lost my sanity, but I'd rather try and fail - than die with doubt. -They say that, they say that, they say that. . .
They say that singing is not my thing, as a child I got into trouble. What are they?
Now I smile, I am a Leo in Qatar. I sleep with the cup and I already want another World Cup.
We made the click without having to click. I go with Bill, always money in my bag.
When I make up my mind I don't go back. I take care of my last name, I don't trust anything.
I have in my hand everything I have asked God for. My brothers and I toasted what happened.
I never had a plan B, that's why it was given to us.
-They keep looking for a way. -To be like me.
There is no cure, there is no one who can.
-Not a psychiatrist. -Nights dreaming about it happening.
-What I want. -The fire is not going to go out.
But, but, but, but I have a burning sensation in my chest that tells me that I was born for much more.
And maybe you're right, maybe I lost my sanity, but I'd rather try and fail than die with doubt.
Looking back, when my youth begins to wither, I will only have stories that will resonate through the streets of some suburban neighborhood.
-I'm going to regret, my thing, every mistake I made.
Who will take away what I danced when this tango that some call living is over?