Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quisiera Ser Cantante, artist - Tego Calderón. Date of issue: 05.01.2015
Song language: Spanish
Quisiera Ser Cantante(original) |
| Quisiera ser cantante |
| Tener canciones de amor pa' dedicarte alguna |
| A mí me sobra el tiempo, mija |
| Esto va a ser como tú digas |
| Yo si te digo que soy tu felicidad, chula te miento |
| No vo’a vacilar jamás con tus sentimientos |
| No soy romantiquito, pero bendito |
| Ninguno de tus jevitos te ha puesto a gritar «qué rico» |
| Sigue revolcándote con chamaquitos |
| Y te veré jamón a los treintipico |
| Voy a mil, pago doble o me quito el nombre |
| Jamás se nos pasa de moda como las Converse |
| No tengo prisa, lo mío es con calma, dama |
| La fama no da derecho a compartir la cama |
| Chica, si el coro de mi canción es pa' ti, fulana |
| Con la esperanza se hizo presidente Obama |
| Cógelo a chiste, ríete, que así se empieza |
| Pegaíto a la pared, así es, pa' que sepa |
| Camino derechito con yeso y muletas |
| Sin abrir la boca mi palabra pesa |
| Que yo siento que tú y yo nos vemos demasiao' de pro |
| Somos capicú seguro en el dominó |
| La dupleta ganadora en el hipódromo |
| Lo que busqué to’a mi vida del cielo cayó |
| Sé que mi fuerte nunca han sido cancioncitas fresa, de esas |
| Y esto de la fama no me ha ido a la cabeza |
| No tengo prisa, mami linda, pasará cuando usted diga |
| Enchules como este pueden durar to’a una vida |
| Canciones románticas quisiera componer pa' dedicártelas |
| Dios es mi testigo |
| Le he pedido ayuda |
| Me ha dicho: «Mijito, qué mal te va» |
| Canciones románticas quisiera componer pa' dedicártelas |
| Dios es mi testigo |
| Le he pedido ayuda |
| Me ha dicho: «Negrito, qué mal te va» |
| (translation) |
| I would like to be a singer |
| Have love songs to dedicate some to you |
| I have plenty of time, mija |
| This is going to be as you say |
| I do tell you that I am your happiness, cool I lie to you |
| I will never hesitate with your feelings |
| I'm not romantic, but blessed |
| None of your little boys has made you shout "how delicious" |
| keep wallowing with kids |
| And I'll see you ham at thirty |
| I'm going to a thousand, I pay double or I take off my name |
| We never go out of style like Converse |
| I'm not in a hurry, my thing is easy, lady |
| Fame does not give the right to share a bed |
| Girl, if the chorus of my song is for you, whore |
| With the hope Obama became president |
| Take it as a joke, laugh, that's how it starts |
| Stuck to the wall, that's right, so you know |
| Straight walk with cast and crutches |
| Without opening my mouth my word weighs |
| That I feel that you and I see each other too much pro |
| We are safe capicú in the domino |
| The winning duo at the racecourse |
| What I searched for all my life fell from the sky |
| I know that my forte has never been strawberry songs, those |
| And this thing about fame hasn't gone to my head |
| I'm not in a hurry, pretty mommy, it will happen when you say |
| Plugs like this can last a lifetime |
| I would like to compose romantic songs to dedicate them to you |
| God is my witness |
| I have asked for help |
| He told me: "Mijito, what's wrong with you" |
| I would like to compose romantic songs to dedicate them to you |
| God is my witness |
| I have asked for help |
| He told me: «Black boy, what's wrong with you» |