Calibre 50 "El Triste Alegre" lyrics

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El Triste Alegre

Yo soy ese "Triste Alegre"que puso amor en tus manosy le pagaste con penas...

A medio chile anda mi olvidoy al acordarme de tiempiezo la borrachera...

Piensas que voy a rogarteyo nomas quiero olvidartepistiando botes de a madre...

Yo soy ese "Triste Alegre"con música por la callelo awitado me lo quitosabes que me vale madrepero awebo que tus ojosvan a tener que mirarmey aunque te mueras de ganasconmigo te la pelasteyo soy un tipo con suertey tu una vieja cualquieradonde te lloro dan consuelosobra pisto y sobran viejas...

(Y hay le va mi compa May Echeverríapuro Calibre 50 viejo, juy)

A medio chile anda mi olvidoy al acordarme de tiempiezo la borrachera...

Piensas que voy a rogarteyo nomas quiero olvidartepistiando botes de a madre...

Yo soy ese "Triste Alegre"con música por la callelo awitado me lo quitosabes que me vale madrepero awebo que tus ojosvan a tener que mirarmey aunque te mueras de ganasconmigo te la pelasteyo soy un tipo con suertey tu una vieja cualquieradonde te lloro dan consuelosobra pisto y sobran viejas...

I'm that "Happy Sad one"

I'm that "Happy Sad one"who placed love in your handsand to whom you paid with sorrows...

My forgetfulness is at half speedand when I'm remembering youI start to get intoxicated...

You think I'm going to beg to you,I only want to forget youdrinking as many cans as I can ...

I'm that "Happy Sad one"on the street with musicI get rid of sadness,you know it serve me well,but your eyes by forcewill have to look at me.And even if you are dying for ityou have nothing to do with me.I'm a lucky guyand you a chick whatever.Where I cry for you, comfort is given to me,booze and chicks are plentiful...

( Here goes my chap May Echevarría,pure Calibre 50, guy, wow!)

My forgetfulness is at half speedand when I'm remembering youI start to get intoxicated...

I'm that "Happy Sad one"on the street with musicI get rid of sadness,you know it serve me well,but your eyes by forcewill have to look at me.And even if you are dying for ityou have nothing to do with me.I'm a lucky guyand you a chick whatever.Where I cry for you, comfort is given to me,booze and chicks are plentiful...

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