Gente Batallosa (part. Calibre 50)

I don't want to get into the mess
I'm a bohemian and stuck, I don't deny it
I'll serenade you, you don't like
The ballads or the band

You tell me if I love you
To stop with these things
You know I die for you
Oh, such rowdy people
Oh, such rowdy people

You knew well that's how I am
They warned you, I'm a drunk and partygoer
Even so, you wanted me
Don't act surprised, little one

I'm going to leave you
Don't be amazed later
How many will be saying
That man should be my husband
That man should be my husband

I'm happy in the party
Don't cry, I won't change even with bullets
You better get used to it
And snuggle up, my love, in my arms

You tell me if I love you
To stop with these things
You know I die for you
Oh, such rowdy people
Oh, such rowdy people.