Chismologos
Yo no comento nada de sus vidas aburridas
Tampoco me interesa conocerlos.
No conozco nada de sus perversas fantasías,
Pero ustedes no conocen el amor.
Por eso sus mujeres pasan fustradas y deprimidas,
Ocultando con cirugías sus complejos.
Reunidas con sus amigas, hablando mal de otras amigas
Que no quieren asistir a la reunión.
Que aquel drogadicto, que mujeriego, que soñador
Y aquellas envidiosas.
El se divierte, disfruta y vive, es un cazador
Y aquellas son presas, presas que él no quiere cazar.
Quisiera entregarle un poquito de luz
A ese pobre infeliz
Que hasta miente para hundirme
En lugar de aceptar que no puede salir.
No me venga hablando de hipocresía, que ironía,
Si usted vive de las vidas de nosotros.
Tal vez ya va siendo hora de que descubra que tiene vida,
Y aprenda a vivirla mejor.
Como aquel drogadicto, que mujeriego, que soñador
Y no aquellos mentirosos.
El se divierte, disfruta y vive es un cazador,
Y aquellos son presos, presos que no quieren salir.
Mírese, no me mire, yo estoy muy bien y nada le pido
Mas que deje de meterse con mi vida.
Tiene mucho que hacer más que preocuparse por mi vida,
Ocúpese de la suya mejor.
Porque yo drogadicto, yo mujeriego, yo soñador
Y a usted que le importa.
Solo soy un hombre libre porque salí de esa prisión
Y usted aún está dentro, espero que pueda salir.
Quisiera entregarle un poquito de luz
A ese pobre infeliz,
Que hasta miente para hundirme
En lugar de aceptar que no puede salir.
Yo no comento nada de sus vidas aburridas,
Tampoco me interesa conocerlos.
No conozco nada de sus perversas fantasías,
Pero ustedes no conocen el amor.
Gossipers
I don't comment on anything about their boring lives
I'm not interested in knowing them.
I don't know anything about their perverse fantasies,
But you don't know love.
That's why their women are frustrated and depressed,
Hiding their complexes with surgeries.
Gathered with their friends, speaking ill of other friends
Who don't want to attend the gathering.
That drug addict, that womanizer, that dreamer
And those envious ones.
He has fun, enjoys and lives, he's a hunter
And those are prey, prey he doesn't want to catch.
I would like to give a little light
To that poor unhappy person
Who even lies to sink me
Instead of accepting that he can't get out.
Don't talk to me about hypocrisy, what irony,
If you live off our lives.
Maybe it's time for you to discover that you have a life,
And learn to live it better.
Like that drug addict, that womanizer, that dreamer
And not those liars.
He has fun, enjoys and lives, he's a hunter,
And those are prisoners, prisoners who don't want to leave.
Look at yourself, don't look at me, I'm fine and I don't ask anything
But to stop meddling in my life.
You have a lot to do rather than worry about my life,
Take care of yours better.
Because I'm a drug addict, I'm a womanizer, I'm a dreamer
And why do you care.
I'm just a free man because I got out of that prison
And you're still inside, I hope you can get out.
I would like to give a little light
To that poor unhappy person,
Who even lies to sink me
Instead of accepting that he can't get out.
I don't comment on anything about their boring lives,
I'm not interested in knowing them.
I don't know anything about their perverse fantasies,
But you don't know love.