Sin Fortuna (part. Manuel El Indio Ortega)

Born Without Fortune (feat. Manuel El Indio Ortega)

Sin Fortuna (part. Manuel El Indio Ortega)

I was born without fortune and with nothingYo nací sin fortuna y sin nada
Facing fate head-onDesafiando al destino de frente
Even the most miserable would humiliate meHasta el más infeliz me humillaba
Everyone ignored me completelyIgnorándome toda la gente

And suddenly my luck has changedY de pronto mi suerte ha cambiado
And suddenly I found myself among great peopleY de pronto me vi entre gran gente
I saw those people feeling happyVi a esa gente al sentirse dichosa
In a vulgar and deceitful worldEn un mundo vulgar y embustero

Hypocritical, vile, vain peopleGente hipócrita, ruin, vanidosa
Whose money does them no goodQue de nada le sirve el dinero
And they die just like the poorY se muere lo mismo que el pobre
And their grave is the same holeY su tumba es el mismo agujero

Now I walk different pathsAhora voy por distintos caminos
I’m just following my destinyVoy siguiendo tan solo al destino
And among the poor, I feel blessedY entre pobres me siento dichoso
If it’s with love, I give my whole heartSi es amando, doy mi amor entero
I tip my hat to the poorCon los pobres me quito el sombrero
And I scorn even the most powerfulY desprecio hasta el más poderoso

I’m honest and sincere, I tell youSoy cabal y sincero, les digo
I’ve forged my own destinyHe labrado mi propio destino
I extend my hand to a friendYo le tiendo la mano al amigo
But to the rich, I’ll never bow downPero al rico jamás me le humillo

I never had the warmth of a kissYo nunca tuve el calor de un beso
My poor folks worked so hardMis pobres viejos trabajaban tanto
They never had time for thatQue nunca tuvieron tiempo para eso
And that’s how I grew up, knowing only tearsY así crecí, sin ignorar el llanto

I didn’t go to school, I learned as an adultNo fui a la escuela, yo aprendí de grande
For those things, a poor person couldn’t affordPara esas cosas, no alcanzaba un pobre
Letters don’t stick when you’re hungryLas letras no entran cuando se tiene hambre
And no one lends a hand if you’re poorNi hay quien te dé la mano, si eres pobre

That’s why I return to this old townPor eso vuelvo a este pueblo viejo
Where life treated me so badlyDonde la vida me trató tan mal
These are my people, I won’t leave them for anythingEsta es mi gente que por nada dejo
Even if I had to suffer againAunque volviera yo a sufrir igual

I’m honest and sincere, I tell youSoy cabal y sincero les digo
I’ve forged my own destinyHe labrado mi propio destino
I extend my hand to a friendYo le tiendo la mano al amigo
But to the rich, I’ll never bow downPero al rico jamás me le humillo