La mala reputación - Sole Gimenez

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

In my town without pretense

I have a bad reputation

Whatever you do is the same

they consider everything bad

So I don't think to do any harm

Wanting to live outside the herd

No, people don't like that

One have their own faith

No, people don't like that

One have their own faith

Everyone, everyone looks at me badly

Except 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 there is no greater sin

Than the one to not follow the flag bearer

No, people don't like that

One have their own faith

No, people don't like that

One have their own faith

They all point their fingers at me

Except for the one-armed, I want and I can't

If a thief runs in the street

And behind is a rich guy

tripping I put the lord

And crushed the pursuer

That really is and will be a drag

I always have to screw up

No, people don't like that

One have their own faith

No, people don't like that

One have their own faith

After me everyone to run

Except the lame.

is to believe

I already know with a lot of pretense

How will the show end?

They do not lack more than the club

To kill me like a coyote

Even though I don't make any trouble

Because my path does not go to Rome

No, people don't like that

One have their own faith

No, people don't like that

One have their own faith

Do not

Who who who no, no, no

No, people don't like that

One have their own faith

And everyone, everyone to bark

Except for the mute, it is to think

Tut tu ru ru rua