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La Mala Reputación
Pablo Dacal
La Mala Reputación
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.
A la gente no le gusta que uno tenga su propia fé
¡a la gente no le gusta que uno tenga su propia fé!
Todos, todos me miran mal, salvo los ciegos -es natural-
Cuando es 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.
A la gente no le gusta que uno tenga su propia fé
¡a la gente no le gusta que uno tenga su propia fé!
Todos me muestran con el dedo, salvo los mancos
Quiero y no puedo-
Si en la calle corre un ladrón, y a la saga va un ricachón,
Zancadilla pongo al señor y aplastado el perseguidor.
Eso si, que si, que será una lata,
Siempre tengo yo que meter la pata
A la gente no le gusta que uno tenga su propia fé
¡a la gente no le gusta que uno tenga su propia fé!
Todos tras de mí a correr, salvo los rengos, es de creer.
No hace falta saber latín, yo ya sé cuál será mi fin.
En el pueblo empiezo a oir ¡muerte! ¡muerte al villano vil!
Yo no pienso, pues, armar ningún lío,
Con que no va a roma el camino mío
A la gente no le gusta que uno tenga su propia fé
¡a la gente no le gusta que uno tenga su propia fé! todos, todos me miran mal, salvo los ciegos -es natural-
The Bad Reputation
In my town, without pretension, I have a bad reputation.
Whatever I do, it's the same, everything is considered wrong.
I don't intend to harm anyone,
Wanting to live outside the herd.
People don't like it when one has their own faith
People don't like it when one has their own faith!
Everyone looks at me badly, except the blind - it's natural-
When it's the national holiday, I stay in bed
Just like military music never lifted me up.
In the world, there is no greater sin than
Not
Following the flag bearer.
People don't like it when one has their own faith
People don't like it when one has their own faith!
Everyone points at me, except the disabled
I want to but can't-
If a thief runs in the street, followed by a rich man,
I trip the gentleman and crush the pursuer.
That's right, it will be a hassle,
I always manage to put my foot in it.
People don't like it when one has their own faith
People don't like it when one has their own faith!
Everyone runs after me, except the lame, it's to be believed.
You don't need to know Latin, I already know what my end will be.
In the town, I start to hear death! Death to the vile villain!
I don't intend to cause any trouble,
As long as my path doesn't lead to Rome.
People don't like it when one has their own faith
People don't like it when one has their own faith!
Everyone looks at me badly, except the blind - it's natural-
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