
Below is the lyrics of the song Todo Tiene Su Modo , artist - Kinto Sol with translation
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Kinto Sol
Pueda ke me entiendas en esta cancion
O pueda ke no por ke lo estes viviendo ahorita
O quizas nunca lo has vivido
Los reyes a mi casa no llegaban
De la finca de adobe siempre se olvidaban
Cuando era niño es lo que pensaba
Yo dormia deseando que un juguete me dejaran
Una pelota, patineta, carrito o bisicleta
Nada mas encontraba un puño de galletas
Que paso si dejaba 3 notas
Le reclamaba a mi madre despreciando las galletas
Mi jefita hacia lo ke podia
Y yo creia ke los reyes a mi kasa no venian
Por tener la puerta oxidada
El adove calcomido y la ventana quebrada
Yo lloraba con la nota en mis manos
Ahora comprendo somos 6 hermanos (ahora comprendo eramos 6 hermanos y no
alcanzaba el baro)
Todo tiene su modo
Todo todo tiene su modo
Todo tiene su modo (2)
En la escuela jugaba a la pelota
Con zapatos de hule ya sin agujetas
Mas eso no impedia ke juntara mi reta
Lalo luvi calin y el jiyo
Camaradas de la infancia cuando era niño
Lo ke no tienes te lo inventas para eso esta la mente
Con tanta inspiracion quien necesita juguetes
Todo tiene su modo su manera
Sea el invierno verano o primavera
Tanto recuerdo ke tengo de mi tierra
Aprueba de todo te hace la pobresa
De lunes a domingo frijoles en la mesa
Tristezas alegrias lloraba reia
Ahora aprecio lo ke no tenia
(cuando no tienes nada aprovechas todas las oportunidades ke te da la vida
Todo tiene su modo
Todo todo tiene su modo
Todo tiene su modo (2)
Los años los meses las semanas los dias
La infancia con el tiempo desaparecia
El niño con sueños se a quedado atras
Ahora es un hombre listo pa luchar
Trata de consguir todo lo ke anela
Pero tiene que ser compa siempre a su manera
La pobreza una escuela que enseña aunke duela
Por eso el scribe a todos pone a prueba
Que aguanten sequillas cuando ya no llueva
Que esperen al sol cuando la noche llega
Hay muchas maneras de sobrevivir
Mas los chistes sin comida
No te hacen reir
No voy a fingir ni decir que no lloraba
Le prometi a mi madre que esto lo cambiaba
(cuando era niño le prometi a mi jefita que algun dia saldriamos de aqui)
May you understand me in this song
Or maybe not because you're living it right now
Or maybe you have never experienced it
The kings did not come to my house
They always forgot about the adobe farm
When I was a kid that's what I thought
I slept wishing they would leave me a toy
A ball, skateboard, cart or bicycle
I just found a fistful of cookies
What happened if I left 3 notes
I complained to my mother, despising the cookies
My little boss did what she could
And I believed that the kings did not come to my kasa
For having the rusty door
The cracked adove and the broken window
I cried with the note in my hands
Now I understand we are 6 brothers (now I understand we were 6 brothers and
reached the baro)
everything has its way
Everything everything has its way
Everything has its way (2)
At school he played ball
With rubber shoes and without laces
But that did not prevent me from joining my challenge
Lalo luvi calin and jiyo
Comrades from childhood when I was a child
What you don't have, you invent it, that's what the mind is for
With so much inspiration who needs toys
Everything has its way its way
Be it winter, summer or spring
So many memories that I have of my land
Approve of everything makes you poor
From Monday to Sunday beans on the table
Sadness, joy, she cried, she laughed
Now I appreciate what I didn't have
(when you have nothing you take advantage of all the opportunities that life gives you
everything has its way
Everything everything has its way
Everything has its way (2)
The years the months the weeks the days
Childhood with time disappeared
The boy with dreams is left behind
Now he is a man ready to fight
Try to get everything ke anela
But you have to be compa always in your own way
Poverty a school that teaches even if it hurts
That's why the scribe puts everyone to the test
That they endure sequillas when it no longer rains
Let them wait for the sun when the night comes
There are many ways to survive
More jokes without food
They don't make you laugh
I will not pretend or say that I did not cry
I promised my mother that this would change it
(When I was a child I promised my boss that one day we would get out of here)
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