Sobreviviendo
Allá viene mi compadre con una agonía grandota
Se le ve en el caminar, en el semblante y la ropa
Parece que a mi compay en estos días no le va color de rosa
Que le pasa compadrito porque esa cara tan amarga y tormentosa
Y el me responde que otra le pongo compadre
Si allá en mi casa estamos en banca rota
Aquí ando sobreviviendo mire como son las cosas
Si andamos sobreviviendo porque la vida se puso muy trabajosa
Le recomiendo compadre que tenga fe mucha paciencia
Y esperanza es lo que importa acuérdese que mi diosito
Aprieta pero no ahorca
Yo también sobreviviendo en manos de la derrota
Pues tenia unos ahorritos y quedé sin una locha
Porque dizque habían quebrado el fuerte banco
Donde tenia un tapa boca
De latinos solo el nombre paciencia y eso se agota
Porque a fuerzas de cuerazos el corazón se sofoca
Mostrando el lado rebelde, el mas rebelde cansado y porque le toca
Mientras que los quiebra bancos andan de farra
Consumen beben y botan mire compadre yo no cargo en el bolsillo
Que me revisen ni pa' tomarme una sopa
Que será de nuestros hijos ya ni tenerlos provoca
Plegarias para mi dios porque esto siguen según los vientos que soplan
Yo aquí a la espera de que regrese un bolívar
A poner orden con sus tropas y su escolta
Seguiré sobreviviendo pero cantando mis coplas
Surviving
Here comes my buddy with a huge agony
You can see it in his walk, in his face, and his clothes
It seems like things aren't going well for my buddy these days
What's wrong, buddy, why such a bitter and stormy face?
And he tells me, 'I'm putting up with another one, buddy'
Because back home we're broke
Here I am surviving, look at how things are
We're surviving because life has become very tough
I recommend, buddy, to have faith, a lot of patience
And hope is what matters, remember that my little God
Squeezes but doesn't strangle
I'm also surviving at the hands of defeat
I had some savings and ended up with nothing
Because supposedly the strong bank had gone bankrupt
Where I had a little something
Of Latinos only the name, patience, and that runs out
Because by force of blows the heart suffocates
Showing the rebellious side, the most rebellious tired and because it's his turn
While the bank breakers are out partying
Consuming, drinking, and throwing away, look buddy, I don't carry
Anything in my pocket to be searched even for a soup
What will become of our children, it doesn't even feel like having them
Prayers to my God because things keep going according to the winds that blow
I'm here waiting for a bolivar to return
To restore order with his troops and his escort
I'll keep surviving but singing my verses