Sole Giménez — La mala reputación song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La mala reputación" by Sole Giménez.
Lyrics
En mi pueblo sin pretensión
Tengo mala reputación
Haga lo que haga es igual
Todo lo consideran mal
Yo no pienso pues hacer ningún daño
Queriendo vivir fuera del rebaño
No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
Todos, todos me miran mal
Salvo los ciegos, es natural
Cuando en la fiesta nacional
Yo me quedo en la cama igual
Que la música militar
Nunca me supo levantar
En el mundo pues no hay mayor pecado
Que el de no seguir al abanderado
No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
Todos me apuntan con el dedo
Salvo los mancos, quiero y no puedo
Si en la calle corre un ladrón
Y a la zaga va un ricachón
Zancadilla pongo al señor
Y aplastado el perseguidor
Eso si que es y será una lata
Siempre tengo yo que meter la pata
No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
Tras de mí todos a correr
Salvo los cojos. es de creer
Ya sé con mucha pretensión
Cómo acabará la función
No les falta más que el garrote
Pa' matarme como a un coyote
A pesar de que no arme ningún lío
Porque no va a Roma el camino mío
No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
No
Who who who no, no, no
No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe
Y todos, todos a ladrar
Salvo los mudos, es para pensar
Tut tu ru ru rua
Lyrics translation
In my unpretentious village
I have a bad reputation.
Whatever I do, it's the same.
They consider everything wrong
So I don't intend to do any harm
Wanting to live outside the flock
No, people don't like that
One has his own faith
No, people don't like that
One has his own faith
Everybody, everybody looks at me wrong
Except for the blind, it's natural
When on the national holiday
I stay in bed anyway
That military music
I never knew how to get up
In the world for there is no greater sin
That of not following the flagman
No, people don't like that
One has his own faith
No, people don't like that
One has his own faith
Everybody's pointing fingers at me.
Except the lame, I want and I can't
If a thief runs in the street
And a rich man is behind
Zancadilla I put the Lord
And crushed the pursuer
That is and will be a can
I always have to screw up.
No, people don't like that
One has his own faith
No, people don't like that
One has his own faith
After me all to run
Except the lame. it is to be believed
I know with great pretence
How the function will end
All they need is the stick
To kill me like a coyote
Even though it doesn't make a mess
Because my way isn't going to Rome
No, people don't like that
One has his own faith
No, people don't like that
One has his own faith
No
Who who who no, no, no
No, people don't like that
One has his own faith
And all, all bark
Except for the dumb, it's for thinking
Tut tu ru Ru Street