Bien de abajo

I'm from the bottom and I stumbled around
fighting against the bad and finally won.
It weighed on my back to keep my course.
I took my hits, but I didn't give up.

I fought for the light they tried to steal from me
and if I lost things, I saved the best.
Today I have the pride of not bending.
Knowing that no one can fool me.

That's why my tango was born rebellious.
Because I'm tired of seeing people endure.
When I believe in someone, I stand by their side.
And if I'm all in, I don't turn back.

And if my life
is lived in leaps,
I have so much pavement,
that I fall standing up.

I'm a rebel at heart, a guy from the bottom.
I believe in my arms, in what they give.
And on the left side, I fall apart,
when a pair of eyes look at me too much.

My neighborhood and my people hear my creed
that I learned to sing through struggles.
Like a rough song, where the sun I bite
warms my lips to protest.