Translation of the song lyrics Va a Ser Abuela - Farruko

Va a Ser Abuela (original)

Eh, yeah
Eh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Farruko)
Buenas tardes, doña Eva, ¿Cómo le va?
¿Tiene un minuto que me pueda regalar?
Hay algo de lo que yo le quisiera hablar
Espero que me pueda escuchar
Usted sabe que su hija la menor
Desde hace tiempo lleva una relación (Conmigo)
¿Cómo le explico sin que me lo tome a mal
Con la noticia que le tengo que dar?
Señora, lo que tengo que decirle es-
Que va a ser abuela
De un excelente papá y a esa criatura, nada le faltará
Que va a ser abuela
De un excelente papá y a esa criatura, nada le faltará
Señora, tiene to' el derecho de molestarse conmigo
Sé ue soy muy joven y uno comete errores
Pero esto a cualquiera le puede pasar
Por eso le prometo, le doy mi palabra, que no le fallaré
Yo me haré cargo de su hija y del niño que no le falte nada
Lo criaré con mucho amor y respeto
Pa' que se haga un hombre hecho y derecho
Y ya, cálmese señora, no me arme un pleito
Y ya, recuerde que al fin y al cabo es su nieto
Que va a ser abuela
De un excelente papá y a esa criatura, nada le faltará
Que va a ser abuela
De un excelente papá y a esa criatura, nada le faltará
Que va a ser abuela
De un excelente papá y a esa criatura, nada le faltará
Que va a ser abuela
De un excelente papá y a esa criatura, nada le faltará

Va a Ser Abuela (translation)

Ah, yes—
Ah, yes—
Yes, yes—
(Farruko)
Good afternoon, Lady Eva, how fares your heart on this sun-stained day?
Might you grant me a single minute, a pearl plucked from your hour’s bright necklace?
There’s a matter I must bring forth, a bird caged beneath my ribs, fluttering to be free.
I hope you will lend your ear—let my voice ripple the silence between us.
You know how your youngest daughter, spring’s own echo,
Has long walked the twilight path of love—by my side, in shadow and in dawn.
How shall I speak this without wounding, not letting the word fall as an ember in your lap?
How to unfold the news I carry, like a bud trembling with rain?
Madam, what I must confess is—
You shall be a grandmother—
A child will blossom, fathered by one who will not let him hunger for the world’s warmth.
You shall be a grandmother—
A child will blossom, fathered by one who will not let him hunger for the world’s warmth.
Madam, you have every right to loose your anger, as a storm breaks over a field.
I know I am young—a green branch, easily bent—and boys stumble into folly.
Yet such things befall all souls; fate’s dice tumble in every home.
And so I swear, with the weight of my word, to stand as your shield—I will not fail you.
I will shoulder care for your daughter and the child, guarding them so want never darkens their doorway.
He shall be raised in a house of love and respect, beneath the steady gaze of constellations.
That he may grow into a man—upright as an elm after the storm.
Now, hush, Madam—do not let tempests unfurl between us.
And remember, at last and always, the boy is your own blood’s echo.
You shall be a grandmother—
A child will blossom, fathered by one who will not let him hunger for the world’s warmth.
You shall be a grandmother—
A child will blossom, fathered by one who will not let him hunger for the world’s warmth.
You shall be a grandmother—
A child will blossom, fathered by one who will not let him hunger for the world’s warmth.
You shall be a grandmother—
A child will blossom, fathered by one who will not let him hunger for the world’s warmth.