Gracias (part. Grupo Codiciado)

Thank you for those
Who have spoken ill of me
Thank you for those
Who ask more about me

Whether I vacation in Paris
How much my suitcase weighs
If I am happy at home
If the ring is made of gray gold
What do they care? What do you contribute?

I'm not competing
With those I once dined with
Everyone brings their quarrel
And vendetta against me

How bad they behave
While I'm here with Benjamin
I made friends and the future
Looks like it's coming full force
I don't bring trouble, life is short

But if they think that's why I should stop
Well, they're wrong
I won't stop

Buddy
Pure Codiciado, partner
And pure Grupo Firme, old man

You offer them a hand
And they grab more of you
I opened the door for them
And they stayed to live

Their material is not so subtle
They have more to discover
Ability to describe
Let's see if they finally shut up
And have little shame of their own

Thank you for those
I know around here
Thanks for that one
Who actually knows about me

Who I vacation with in Paris
Who I'm filling the suitcase with
Who at my house, yes, is happy
Throwing clouds of gray smoke
We don't care about foolish people

Who spend their time criticizing my happiness
I know they never stand me
I say goodbye now