Strange, the man who seeks in vain to reach heaven
Who doesn't give a damn what happens to this world
Who feels detached from the lives of so many people
And is so poor that he only has money
On the contrary, I'm here thinking I'm getting old
That there's so many things to solve, and I'm being honest
That I need more than one life, or two at least
Because if God gives me the chance, I know what I want
If I were born again, I want it to be in Aibonito
To be a jibarito and sing you a le-lo-lai
If it couldn't be there, let it be in eastern Cuba
With my Guajira in Las Tunas and live playing the tres
That's how I am, that's how I am, thinking what I can do
After I die, to see if I'll see you again
That's how I am, that's how I am, whistling and thinking of you
That I am in this life only to make you happy
So then, what did we come for?
On the contrary, I'm here thinking I'm getting old
That in the race, feelings get left behind
That I'd rather walk the path slowly
And if this life isn't enough, to come back again
If I were born again, let it be by the Río de la Plata
Surrounded by the girls, singing like Gardel
If I were born again, I want to be Vallenato King
And play like Colacho, like Egidio Rafael
That's how I am, that's how I am, thinking what I can do
That's how I am, that's how I am, whistling and thinking of you
And though I have my doubts about the place I was born
I'd be born there again, under its always clear sky
Don't find it strange, and let's not talk 'bout the cemetery
Here I get serious and ask God for a favor
To be born in New York and sing
That's how I am, that's how I am
That's how I am, that's how I am
That's how I am, that's how I am
That's how I am, that's how I am
So the ladies can enjoy it
So you can enjoy it, gentleman