Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mi Madre Este Orgullosa de Mi, artist - Fondo Flamenco. Album song Surologia, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 07.10.2012
Record label: Coliseum
Song language: Spanish
Mi Madre Este Orgullosa de Mi(original) |
No hay nada como el sol de la mañana |
Meter los pies en el agua |
O lavarse la cara |
Que no hay no hay no hay nada |
Mas bello que lo sencillo |
Que en lo simple recide lo bueno |
Y eso yo ya lo he entendido |
Ya no lo cambio poco merecido |
Por mucho manchado prefiero estar limpio |
Y tranquilo pensando que me lo he ganado |
Que mi madre este orgullosa de mi |
Y cuente a sus amigas lo bien que me fue |
Que al final aquello de cantar no era una locura |
Quiero que mi padre valla a trabajar |
Y diga a sus colegas que me va muy bien |
Y al final consegui que la musica me dé de comer |
Mama, voy a dejar los estudios |
No es que quiera ser vagabundo |
Y es que me siento musico |
Si es que yo intento hacer la tarea |
Saco del cuaderno mis obligaciones |
Me sineto en la mesa |
Me pongo a escribir |
Y me salen canciones |
Si es que yo quiero saber que se siente y al cantar mis canciones a la gente |
Quizas algun dia mama puedas venir a verme |
Si somos yo y otro dos y a hay uno que canta muy bien |
El otro toca la guitarra y yo se componer |
Madre quiero que estes orgullosa de mi |
Y cuentes a tus amigas lo bien que me fue |
Que al final aquello de cantar no era una locura |
Quiero que mi padre valla a trabajar |
Y diga a sus colegas que me va muy bien |
Y al final consegui que la musica me dé de comer |
Que voy a ser si soy surdo mama |
Y me dio por pintar y tocar |
Esto me viene en la sangre no puedo negarme |
Si es que no quiero ser arquitecto |
Ni quiero estudiar pa derecho |
Esto es lo sé hacer |
Y solo quiero hacer esto |
Y que mi madre este orgullosa de mi |
Y cuente a sus amigas lo bien que me fue |
Que al final aquello de cantar no era una locura |
Quiero que mi padre valla a trabajar |
Y diga a sus colegas que me va muy bien |
Y al final consegui que la musica me dé de comer |
(translation) |
There's nothing like the morning sun |
Put your feet in the water |
Or wash your face |
That there isn't, there isn't, there isn't anything |
more beautiful than simple |
That in the simple comes the good |
And I have already understood that |
I no longer change it undeserved |
No matter how stained I prefer to be clean |
And calm down thinking that I've earned it |
That my mother is proud of me |
And tell your friends about her how well she did for me |
That in the end that thing about singing was not crazy |
I want my father to go to work |
And tell your colleagues about him that he is doing very well for me |
And in the end I managed to get the music to feed me |
Mom, I'm going to drop out of school |
It's not that I want to be homeless |
And it is that I feel like a musician |
If I try to do the homework |
I take my obligations out of the notebook |
I sit at the table |
I start to write |
And I get songs |
Yes, I want to know what it feels like to sing my songs to people |
Maybe one day mom you can come see me |
If it is me and another two and there is one who sings very well |
The other plays the guitar and I know how to compose |
Mother I want you to be proud of me |
And tell your friends how well I did |
That in the end that thing about singing was not crazy |
I want my father to go to work |
And tell your colleagues that I'm doing great |
And in the end I managed to get the music to feed me |
What am I going to be if I'm surdo mama |
And she gave me to paint and play |
This is in my blood, I can't deny myself |
If I don't want to be an architect |
I don't even want to study for law |
This is what I know how to do |
And I just want to do this |
And that my mother is proud of me |
And tell your friends about her how well it went |
That in the end that thing about singing was not crazy |
I want my father to go to work |
And tell your colleagues that I'm doing great |
And in the end I managed to get the music to feed me |