El Dolor de Cabeza

Oh, I didn't want to, but it fell on me
I didn't want to, but it fell on me
To write a song for the talkers, for my destroyers

They spend their time making up stories
They spend their time making up stories
And they want to take me down with their lies
But that's all just bullshit

Those people with no jobs
Their envy is killing them
I'm driving them crazy
They say they can hardly sleep

And let them bite their elbows
I do what God wants
They say they hardly eat
Thinking about Juancho and Silvestre

And I don't meddle in anyone's life
Let each one do what they want
And let me live my life in peace
With my three little ones until I die

Those people with no jobs
Their envy is killing them
I'm driving them crazy
They say they can hardly sleep
They say they dress poorly
Throwing stones in the street

Oh, I give thanks for all the Silvestrismo
And I give thanks for all the Silvestrismo
That loves me so much
And here I am singing
Even if it hurts a lot of them

I’m not to blame if they don’t make it
Listen up, yes sir, go ahead
Chaqui, chaqui chaqui cha
I’m not to blame if they don’t make it
Others don’t fill up like I do
What a damn mess

I’m the headache
While they make up stories, I work
I have money for groceries
And my fridge is full

They say I’m reckless
Because I speak the truth
And as long as God gives me life
I won’t stop singing