Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No te juntes con ellos, artist - Alberto Cortez.
Date of issue: 17.11.2014
Song language: Spanish
No te juntes con ellos(original) |
No te juntes con ellos, que se ensucian la boca |
Con el grito del fútbol y la gran palabrota |
No te juntes con ellos, que se lavan las manos |
En el cielo chiquito que reflejan los charcos |
No te juntes con ellos, porque pueden romperte |
Sus envidias ocultas tus valiosos juguetes |
No te juntes con ellos, porque son unos vagos |
Que no van a la escuela, que no tienen trabajo |
Excelente consejo que ha escuchado mi infancia |
Por no haberlo seguido, capture la esperanza |
Me junté con los niños que me estaban prohibidos |
Y aprendí que si es alto… no peligra tu nido |
No te juntes con ellos, que no tienen dinero |
Y aprovechan el tuyo para hinchar el carguero |
No te juntes con ellos, vagabundos y artistas |
Con morales dudosas de filosas aristas |
No te juntes con ellos, porque son peligrosos |
Porque están en la mina del fusil de los oídos |
No te juntes con ellos, porque no han entendido |
Que un canario de jaula canta igual… y tranquilo |
Excelente consejo que he escuchado de grande |
Por no haberlo seguido, desperté mis verdades |
Me junté con prohibidos, con tachados y ocultos |
Y aprendí que ser limpio… no es igual que ser pulcro |
No te juntes con ellos, excelente consejo |
Que hoy repito a mi modo: no te juntes con ellos |
No te juntes con ellos, cuando huelen a orgullo |
Cuando pagan con miedo su alimento seguro |
No te juntes con ellos, cuando el brillo es el oro |
Y las huecas palabras se repiten a coro |
No te juntes con ellos, cuando tienen trabajos |
Que les miden la altura del ombligo hacia abajo |
No te juntes con ellos, porque fueron los mismos |
Que me dieron consejos y de haberlos seguido |
No tendría tristeza, ni dolor, ni fatiga |
Ni un amor, ni un amigo, ni un recuerdo… ni nada |
(translation) |
Don't get together with them, they dirty their mouths |
With the cry of football and the big curse |
Don't hang out with them, they wash their hands |
In the small sky that the puddles reflect |
Don't hang out with them, because they can break you |
Your hidden envy your valuable toys |
Do not hang out with them, because they are lazy |
They don't go to school, they don't have a job |
Excellent advice that my childhood has heard |
For not having followed it, I captured hope |
I joined the children that were forbidden to me |
And I learned that if it is high... your nest is not in danger |
Don't hang out with them, they don't have money |
And they take advantage of yours to inflate the freighter |
Don't hang out with them, bums and artists |
With dubious morals with sharp edges |
Do not hang out with them, because they are dangerous |
Because they are in the mine of the rifle of the ears |
Do not associate with them, because they have not understood |
That a canary in a cage sings the same... and calmly |
Excellent advice that I have heard from great |
For not having followed it, I woke up my truths |
I joined with prohibited, crossed out and hidden |
And I learned that being clean... is not the same as being neat |
Don't hang out with them, excellent advice |
That today I repeat in my own way: do not hang out with them |
Don't hang out with them, when they smell like pride |
When they pay for their safe food with fear |
Don't hang out with them, when glitter is gold |
And the hollow words are repeated in chorus |
Don't hang out with them, when they have jobs |
That they measure the height of the navel downwards |
Don't hang out with them, because they were the same |
That they gave me advice and having followed it |
I would have no sadness, no pain, no fatigue |
Not a love, not a friend, not a memory... not anything |