Translation of the song lyrics Quisiera Ser Cantante - Tego Calderón

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»

Quisiera Ser Cantante (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»