No Me Gusta
No me gusta a mí la gente que habla tanto de otra gente,
No me gustan aquellos que me juzgan sin parar,
No me fío de esos que me usan como excusa
Y justifican de esta forma su manera de actuar.
No me gustan los rumores que corren boca a boca,
Se transmiten como virus, aspirando a ser verdad,
No comprendo el atractivo que le ven a perder tiempo
De sus vidas criticando las vidas de los demás.
No me gustan los que escupen a la espalda de un colega,
Y a la cara le sonríen, y le besan, y le dan
Su cariño envenenao que es tan falso y es tan malo
Como whisky de garrafa que me dan de madrugá.
No me gustan los corrillos que se cierran en su farsa,
Me entristecen seriamente si los tengo que aguantar,
No me agradan las personas que rezuman prejuicios
Y te archivan y etiquetan, y presumen de moral.
No tolero en mi cortijo la cizaña y la mentira,
No doy rancho ni doy cama a quien le rinde devoción,
Me incomodan los que hacen de la vida de los otros
Su novela, su tertulia, su cultura y su pasión.
Y no pretendo yo, con esto, dar lecciones de maneras,
Ni pretendo ser don bueno, ni venderme como tal,
Pero hay veces en la vida en que es mejor decirlo claro
Y yo ya estaba un poco harto de escuchar y de callar.
I Don't Like It
I don't like people who talk so much about other people,
I don't like those who judge me non-stop,
I don't trust those who use me as an excuse
And justify their way of acting in this way.
I don't like the rumors that spread from mouth to mouth,
They spread like a virus, aiming to be true,
I don't understand the appeal of wasting time
Critiquing the lives of others.
I don't like those who talk behind a colleague's back,
And smile to their face, and kiss them, and hug them,
Their poisoned affection that is so fake and so bad
Like cheap whiskey they give me in the early morning.
I don't like the cliques that close themselves off in their farce,
They seriously sadden me if I have to endure them,
I don't like people who ooze prejudices
And categorize and label you, boasting about their morals.
I don't tolerate in my domain the discord and lies,
I don't offer shelter or bed to those who worship devotion,
I'm uncomfortable with those who make others' lives
Their novel, their gossip, their culture, and their passion.
And I don't intend, with this, to give lessons on manners,
Nor do I intend to be Mr. Good, or sell myself as such,
But there are times in life when it's better to speak clearly
And I was getting a little tired of listening and staying silent.