Cuánto Les Debo
Qué difícil es lidiar con esta vida
Con las cosas que suceden diariamente
Con amigos que prometen dar su vida
Y se vuelven enemigos de repente
Poco me importa lo que hablen en las cantinas
Ni me conocen y hasta juran conocerme
Otros dedican todo el tiempo y con mentiras
Quieren venir a destruirme lentamente
¿Cuánto le debo a usted que apenas me conoce?
¿Cuánto le debo para que deje de hablar?
Si yo compongo una a una mis canciones
Y desde que estaba niño me ha tocado es trabajar
Pa' que les duela si quieren sigan hablando
Que yo sigo es trabajando
Y con mi Dios no me va mal
Muchas batallas me han tocado en esta vida
Y se los juro, no me rindo fácilmente
A la final tengo mi conciencia tranquila
Y que se mueran de la envidia si es que quieren
Poco me importa lo que hablen en las cantinas
Ni me conocen y hasta juran conocerme
Otros dedican todo el tiempo y con mentiras
Quieren venir a destruirme lentamente
¿Cuánto le debo a usted que apenas me conoce?
¿Cuánto le debo para que deje de hablar?
Si yo compongo una a una mis canciones
Y desde que estaba niño me ha tocado es trabajar
Pa' que les duela si quieren sigan hablando
Que yo sigo es trabajando
Y con mi Dios no me va mal
Pa' que les duela si quieren sigan hablando
Que yo sigo es trabajando
Y con mi Dios
Y con mi Dios no me va mal
How Much Do I Owe Them
How difficult it is to deal with this life
With the things that happen daily
With friends who promise to give their lives
And suddenly become enemies
I don't care what they talk about in the bars
They don't know me and even swear they know me
Others spend all their time and with lies
They want to come and destroy me slowly
How much do I owe you who barely know me?
How much do I owe you to stop talking?
If I compose my songs one by one
And since I was a child, I've had to work
Let it hurt them if they want to keep talking
I keep working
And with my God, I'm doing well
I've had many battles in this life
And I swear, I don't give up easily
In the end, I have a clear conscience
And let them die of envy if they want
I don't care what they talk about in the bars
They don't know me and even swear they know me
Others spend all their time and with lies
They want to come and destroy me slowly
How much do I owe you who barely know me?
How much do I owe you to stop talking?
If I compose my songs one by one
And since I was a child, I've had to work
Let it hurt them if they want to keep talking
I keep working
And with my God, I'm doing well
Let it hurt them if they want to keep talking
I keep working
And with my God
And with my God, I'm doing well
Escrita por: Yeison Jimenez