Lyrics of Las Verdades (En Vivo) - El Fantasma

Las Verdades (En Vivo) (original)

Cada quien cuenta cómo le va en la feria,
Cada quien dice lo que más le conviene,
Si estoy aquí es porque me lo he ganado,
Los envidiosos me tienen sin cuidado,
Yo no platico pa' que no celen,
Porque la envidia tiene el sueño muy ligero,
Muy poderoso caballero es Don Dinero…
Nací en un rancho muy humilde no lo niego,
Tuve carencias pero nunca supe cuales,
Me curaba el hambre con tortilla y huevos,
Pa' divertirme jugaba en los matorrales,
Aprendí el jale nada más mirando al viejo,
Como manual de vida llevo sus consejos,
Y de mi madre siempre sobraron sus rezos.
Toda la gente arrima agua pa' su molino,
Y no se fija a quien se lleva entre las patas,
Solo recalco que y eso no ha sido mi estilo,
Si doy la mano es porque nunca espero nada,
En esta vida hay que ser agradecido,
Y mi mano siempre está firme pa' un amigo,
Somos arrieros y andamos en el camino…
No porque traigas buena silla eres caballo,
A veces el que más presume menos tiene,
Muchos ni saben lo que es andar batallando,
Nomás ven verdes y como moscas se vienen,
Yo se lo suyo no me anden haciendo panchos,
Grábenselo bien en la cabeza muchachos,
Que usar sombrero tampoco te hace de rancho.

(translation)

Everyone tells how they are doing at the fair,
Everyone says what is best for them,
If I'm here it's because I've earned it,
The envious don't care about me,
I do not talk so that they do not celebrate,
Because envy is a very light sleeper,
Very powerful knight is Mr. Money...
I was born in a very humble ranch I don't deny it,
I had shortcomings but I never knew which ones,
I cured my hunger with omelette and eggs,
To have fun I played in the bushes,
I learned the pull just by looking at the old man,
As a life manual I take his advice,
And my mother's prayers always left over from him.
All the people bring water to his mill,
And he doesn't pay attention to who he carries between his legs,
I only emphasize that and that has not been my style,
If I shake hands it's because I never expect anything,
In this life you have to be grateful,
And my hand is always firm for a friend,
We are muleteers and we walk on the road...
Not because you bring a good saddle you are a horse,
Sometimes the one who boasts the most has the least,
Many don't even know what it's like to be fighting,
They just see green and like flies they come,
I know yours, don't go around making hot dogs,
Record it well in your head guys,
That wearing a hat doesn't make you a ranch either.