Translation of the song lyrics La Mala Reputación - Paco Ibanez

La Mala Reputación (original)

En mi pueblo sin pretensión
Tengo mala reputación,
Haga lo que haga es igual
Todo lo consideran mal,
Yo no pienso pues hacer ningún daño
Queriendo vivir fuera del rebaño;
No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe Todos todos me miran mal
Salvo los ciegos es natural.
Cuando la fiesta nacional
Yo me quedo en la cama igual,
Que la música militar
Nunca me supo levantar.
En el mundo pues no hay mayor pecado
Que el de no seguir al abanderado
No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe Todos me muestran con el dedo
Salvo los mancos, quiero y no puedo.
Si en la calle corre un ladrón
Y a la zaga va un ricachón
Zancadilla pongo al señor
Y aplastado el perseguidor
Eso sí que sí que será una lata
Siempre tengo yo que meter la pata
No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe No, a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe Todos tras de mí a correr
Salvo los cojos, es de creer.
No hace falta saber latín
Yo ya se cual será mi fin,
En el pueblo se empieza a oir,
Muerte, muerte al villano vil,
Yo no pienso pues armar ningún lío
Con que no va a Roma el camino mío,
No a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe No a la gente no gusta que
Uno tenga su propia fe Todos todos me miran mal,
Salvo los ciegos, es natural.

(translation)

In my town without pretense
I have a bad reputation
Whatever you do is the same
They consider everything bad,
So I don't think to do any harm
Wanting to live outside the herd;
No, people don't like that
One has one's own faith No, people don't like that
One have their own faith Everyone everyone looks at me badly
Except the blind is natural.
When the national holiday
I stay in bed anyway,
that military music
He never knew how to get me up.
In the world there is no greater sin
Than the one to not follow the flag bearer
No, people don't like that
One has one's own faith No, people don't like that
One have their own faith Everyone points the finger at me
Except for the one-armed, I want to and I can't.
If a thief runs in the street
And behind is a rich man
tripping I put the lord
And crushed the pursuer
That yes yes that will be a can
I always have to screw up
No, people don't like that
One has one's own faith No, people don't like that
One have their own faith All behind me to run
Except for the lame, it is to be believed.
You don't need to know Latin
I already know what my end will be,
In the town you begin to hear,
Death, death to the vile villain,
I therefore do not plan to make any mess
So my way doesn't go to Rome,
No people don't like that
You have your own faith No people don't like that
One has his own faith Everyone everyone looks at me badly,
Except for the blind, it is natural.