Translation of the song lyrics Mis Prioridades - T3R Elemento

Mis Prioridades (original)

Dicen que lo que se vé, no se pregunta
Mucho menos se cuestiona
Hay un dicho por ahii
Que hay personas
Que se valen por sus hechos
Yo le brindo mis respetos
Al hombre que yo le cantó
California, fue criado en Sinaloa
Le gusta agarrar tambora
Con amigos que lo estiman
Todo lo hace sereno
Y sin mucho ruido
El muchacho es precavido
No descuida su trabajo
Le gusta la adrenalina
Caballos de buena sangre
Y a pasearse con su dama
Prioridad de todas cosas
Ellos son sus prioridades, son sus hijos
Y su esposa
La sencillez y la humildad lleva en su sangre
Es herencia de su padre
Lleva en alto la bandera
Y aunque el muchacho se ve joven
Es muy corta, a su edad
De mi rigio y muy pobre
Los gustos si se los da
Él es gente con la gente que lo estima
Agradecido con la vida
Por todo lo que le da
El árbol dio buena sombra
Y el sol le quemó macizo
Por eso anda con cuidado
Tienes escuela de aquel hombre
El dinero trae los lujos
Y lo acompaña la envidia
Hay amigos que son falsos
Y otros que entregan su vida
Por su padre, por sus hijos
Un amigo da su vida

Mis Prioridades (translation)

They say that what is seen, is not asked
Much less is questioned
There's a saying out there
that there are people
They are worth their deeds
I pay my respects
To the man that I sang
California, he was raised in Sinaloa
He likes to catch drum
With friends who love you
makes everything serene
And without much noise
The boy is cautious
Do not neglect your work
he likes the adrenaline
horses of good blood
And to walk with his lady
priority of all things
They are your priorities, they are your children
And his wife
Simplicity and humility are in his blood
It is inheritance from his father
He carries the flag high
And though the boy looks young
She is very short, at her age
Of my rigged and very poor
The likes if you give them
He is people with the people who esteem him
grateful with life
For all that he gives
The tree gave good shade
And the sun burned him solid
That's why be careful
You have school of that man
money brings luxuries
And envy accompanies it
There are friends who are fake
And others who give their lives
For his father of him, for his children
A friend gives his life