Translation of the song lyrics Un Tipo Diferente - Melendi

Un Tipo Diferente (original)

He cosido mis talones a mi sombra,
pa' que aguanten junto a mi todo el camino.
Pa' dejar atras to' lo q me atolondra,
voy cantando caminante no hay camino.
Si nunca he cogido el toro por los cuernos,
es porque todavia no llego a los pedales.
Y la fama me ha cosido una careta,
que solo puedo quitarme en carnavales.
Y queriendo ser un tipo diferente,
huyo siempre de cualquier comparativo.
No me gusta hacer mucho caso a la gente,
yo siempre he aprendido mas de lo vivido.
Y la vida me ha enseñado en estos años,
a fuerza de tratar con tantas personas.
La nobleza y el cariño esta en los barrios,
y con plata hasta una mierda resultona.
«Y aunque a mi no me haga gracia,
mi disco no pasa frio,
acurruca’o entre mantas,
entre Paulina e I’ll Divo.
Y si el pueblo se levanta,
yo me acuesto contigo,
pero hoy nuestra esperanza no es mas que una puta,
que esta en el retiro»
Me he pasa’o a mis principios por la piedra,
he pinta’o en las tapas de los retretes.
Olvide poner mensaje en la botella,
soy un triste folio en blanco sin membrete.
Se me rompen las cuerdas de la guitarra,
cuando veo que el mundo esta patas arriba.
y si intentas meter la mano en su falda,
los que mandan te la devuelven mordida.
Y queriendo ser un tipo diferente,
huyo siempre de cualquier comparativo.
No me gusta hacer mucho caso a la gente,
yo siempre he aprendido mas de lo vivido.
Y la vida me ha enseñado en estos años,
a fuerza de tratar con tantas personas.
La nobleza y el cariño esta en los barrios,
y con plata hasta una mierda resultona.
«Y aunque a mi no me haga gracia,
mi disco no pasa frio,
acurruca’o entre mantas,
entre Paulina e I’ll Divo.
Y si el pueblo se levanta,
yo me acuesto contigo,
pero hoy nuestra esperanza no es mas que una puta,
que esta en el retiro»
«Y aunque a mi no me haga gracia,
mi disco no pasa frio,
acurruca’o entre mantas,
entre Paulina e I’ll Divo.
Y si el pueblo se levanta,
yo me acuesto contigo,
pero hoy nuestra esperanza no es mas que una puta,
que esta en el retiro»

(translation)

I have sewn my heels to my shadow,
so that they can stay with me all the way.
To leave behind everything that makes me giddy,
I'm singing walker there is no way.
If I have never taken the bull by the horns,
It's because I still haven't gotten to the pedals.
And fame has sewn me a mask,
that I can only take off at carnivals.
And wanting to be a different kind,
I always flee from any comparison.
I don't like to pay much attention to people,
I have always learned more than I lived.
And life has taught me in these years,
by dint of dealing with so many people.
The nobility and affection is in the neighborhoods,
and with money even a resultona shit.
«And although I don't like it,
my disk is not cold,
curled up between blankets,
between Paulina and I'll Divo.
What if the people rise,
I sleep with you
but today our hope is nothing more than a whore,
who is in retirement»
I have gone to my principles for the stone,
I have painted on the lids of the toilets.
I forgot to put message in the bottle,
I am a sad blank sheet of paper without letterhead.
My guitar strings break
when I see that the world is upside down.
and if you try to put your hand up her skirt,
those who send you return it bite.
And wanting to be a different kind,
I always flee from any comparison.
I don't like to pay much attention to people,
I have always learned more than I lived.
And life has taught me in these years,
by dint of dealing with so many people.
The nobility and affection is in the neighborhoods,
and with money even a resultona shit.
«And although I don't like it,
my disk is not cold,
curled up between blankets,
between Paulina and I'll Divo.
What if the people rise,
I sleep with you
but today our hope is nothing more than a whore,
who is in retirement»
«And although I don't like it,
my disk is not cold,
curled up between blankets,
between Paulina and I'll Divo.
What if the people rise,
I sleep with you
but today our hope is nothing more than a whore,
that she is in retirement »