Manguara — Que Nadie Me de Consejos song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Que Nadie Me de Consejos" by Manguara.
Lyrics
Temprano nos levantamos
y cada uno a su camino,
cada uno a su camino,
temprano nos levantamos
y cada uno a su camino,
ese que tos nos marcamos
el que nos marcó el destino.
Y aquí tos somos iguales,
un hombre fue quien nos hizo,
a tos nos parió una madre,
cada uno a su camino,
no hay dos caminos iguales.
A San Pedro amigo mío,
que no le gusta el relente,
la juerga ni el polverío,
y yo pa que no me encuentre
he cogío el de El Rocío.
Si en vez de pan, un espejo
se trajera bajo el brazo,
se trajera bajo el brazo,
Si en vez de pan, un espejo
se trajera bajo el brazo,
cuantas faltitas tenemos
cada vez que damos un paso.
Que nadie nace perfecto,
con un lapiz y una regla
trazas el camino recto,
y el primer tonto que llega pone falta al invento.
Que nadie me dé consejos,
que yo a nadie se los pío,
que yo a nadie se los pío,
y siempre he llegao lejos
por el caminito mío.
El que la lleva la entiende,
dice un refrán verdadero,
dice un refrán verdadero,
el que la lleva la entiende,
dice un refrán verdadero,
y que siempre da dos veces
aquel que ha dao primero.
Cada loco con su tema,
más sabe el loco en su casa
que el cuerdo en casa ajena,
si mi caminito atasca,
yo empujaré la carreta.
Que nadie me dé consejos,
que yo a nadie se los pío,
que yo a nadie se los pío,
y siempre he llegao lejos
por el caminito mío.
En mi camino compadre
hubo piedras de molino,
hubo piedras de molino,
en mi camino compadre
hubo piedras de molino
y a fuerza de levantarme
yo seguí por mi destino.
Ya conoces mi camino,
si quieres ven a buscarme,
siempre tengo con amigos
una guitarra y un cante
y un par de copas de vino.
A San Pedro amigo mío,
que no le gusta el relente,
la juerga ni el polverío,
y yo pa que no me encuentre
he cogío el de El Rocío.
(Gracias a Inma por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
Early we get up
and each on his way,
everyone on their way,
early we get up
and each on his way,
the one that we coughed up
the one who marked our Destiny.
And here we are the same cough,
a man was the one who made us,
a mother gave birth to us,
everyone on their way,
no two paths are the same.
To Saint Peter my friend,
that he does not like the relente,
the party or the dust,
and I don't find myself
I took the one from the dew.
If instead of bread, a mirror
it will be brought under the arm,
it will be brought under the arm,
If instead of bread, a mirror
it will be brought under the arm,
how many skirts do we have
every time we take a step.
That no one is born perfect,
with a pencil and a ruler
you trace the Straight Path,
and the first fool who arrives misses invention.
Nobody give me advice,
that I don't poop on nobody,
that I don't poop on nobody,
and I've always gone far
on my little path.
The one who wears it understands it,
it says a true saying,
it says a true saying,
the one who wears it understands it,
it says a true saying,
and that always gives twice
the one who has dao first.
Every madman with his theme,
more knows the madman in his house
that the sane in someone else's House,
if my little walk gets stuck,
I'll push the wagon.
Nobody give me advice,
that I don't poop on nobody,
that I don't poop on nobody,
and I've always gone far
on my little path.
On my way compadre
there were millstones,
there were millstones,
on my way compadre
there were millstones
and by force of getting up
I followed my destiny.
You know my way,
if you want come and get me,
I always have with friends
a guitar and a song
and a couple of glasses of wine.
To Saint Peter my friend,
that he does not like the relente,
the party or the dust,
and I don't find myself
I took the one from the dew.
(Thanks to Inma for this letter)