Translation of the song lyrics Soy Gente Bien - Voz de Mando

Soy Gente Bien (original)

Soy un chavalo de pelo wuero soy muy sincero soy gente bien
Mentira que ando de mujeriego de parrandero mienten tambien
Olles chamaca cual es tu nombre no te me asombres no te are daño
Yo solamento soy ese hombre al que no respondes desde hace un año
Si no que mas del año, que le pregunto su nombre
No quiero hacerle daño, ni quiero que se me enoje
Se me hace tan extraño, que ya nunca me responde
Me manda por un caño, hasta sabra dios pa donde
A lo mejor es muda, tal vez le hablo muy despacio
Le grito y no me escucha, nomas se queda mirando
Ella es una hermosura, camina y va coqueteando
Menea la sintura, yo le sigo preguntando
(Musica)
Olles chamaca cual es tu nombre no te me asombres no te are daño
Yo solamento soy ese hombre al que no respondes desde hace un año
Si no que mas del año, que le pregunto su nombre
No quiero hacerle daño, ni quiero que se me enoje
Se me hace tan extraño, que ya nunca me responde
Me manda por un caño, hasta sabra dios pa donde
A lo mejor es muda, tal vez le hablo muy despacio
Le grito y no me escucha, nomas se queda mirando
Ella es una hermosura, camina y va coqueteando
Menea la sintura, yo le sigo preguntando

Soy Gente Bien (translation)

I am a guy with wuero hair I am very sincere I am good people
It's a lie that I'm a womanizer, a party animal, they lie too
Olles, girl, what is your name? Don't surprise me. I won't hurt you.
I'm just that man you haven't responded to for a year
If not more than a year ago, I asked him his name
I don't want to hurt him, nor do I want him to get mad
He seems so strange to me that he never answers me anymore
He sends me for a pipe, God will even know where
Maybe she is mute, maybe I speak to her very slowly
She yelled at him and he didn't listen to me, she just stared
She is a beauty, she walks and flirts
She shakes her waist, I keep asking her
(Music)
Olles, girl, what is your name? Don't surprise me. I won't hurt you.
I'm just that man you haven't responded to for a year
If not more than a year ago, I asked him his name
I don't want to hurt him, nor do I want him to get mad
He seems so strange to me that he never answers me anymore
He sends me for a pipe, until God knows where
Maybe she is mute, maybe I speak to her very slowly
I yell at him and he doesn't listen to me, he just stares
She is a beauty, she walks and flirts
She shakes her waist, I keep asking her