I am the singer
That today you have come to listen to
The best of the repertoire
I will give (toast/sing?) to you.
And I will sing to life
Of laughter and pain
Of bad moments
And of good things.
You came to have a good time
And you paid at the door
There's no time for sadness
Let's go (I will?) start the singing.
They always stop me in the street
Lots of people who comment (who tell me)
Hey Hector! You're made,
Always with the women and partying.
And nobody asks
If I suffer or cry
If I have a pain
That hurts very deeply.
I am the singer
Because singing is my thing
And the public pays
To be able to listen to me.
I am the singer
Very popular where I love(?);
But when the show ends
I'm just like any other human
And I go on with my life
With laughter and pains
With bitter times
And the good things
I am the singer
And my business is singing
And to those that follow me
I will give my song to you