Dime Dios mío porque reniego
Porque conforme no puedo estar
Si me molesta mirar pa´ arriba
Por qué me diste un bajo lugar
Tell me oh God why do I grumble?
why can't I be satisfied?
If it upsets me having to look up,
why did you set me on such low a place?
Por ser de abajo me despreciaron
Y pisotearon mi dignidad
Más vale un año de vacas gordas
Que cien de perro en cualquier lugar
I was despised for being low-class,
and my dignity was trodden on,
it's better a year of fat cows
that a hundred as a dog, anywhere
El amor y el dinero
No se logran nunca sin riesgo
Y jugare perdido
Y yo quiero arañar el cielo
Love and money
can never be obtained without risk
and I'll lose myself in gambling
as I want to scrape the sky
Y lo voy a lograr
O en la batalla me muero
Dios mío dame tu mano
Si me quieres ver regresar
And I'm gonna do it,
or I'll die in my struggle,
my God, give me your hand
if You want to see me back
Esas montañas azul acero
Me traen recuerdos de un gran lugar
Que hasta los vientos me han reprochado
Porque a mi tierra no eh vuelto mas
Those steel-blue mountains
remind me of a great place
about which even the wind reproaches me,
as I haven't gone back to my homeland anymore
Y es que mis manos están vacías
Y así no pienso volver jamás
Yo tuve un sueño que no eh logrado
Si no lo logro no vuelvo mas
Because my hands are empty
and I don't ever want to return like that,
I had a dream and I haven't reached it,
I won't go back again as long as I don't reach it
“If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett.