Song by La Tropa Vallenata
The paths of life
Aren’t how I thought they were
Not how I imagined,
Now how I believed.
The paths of life
Are very difficult to walk,
Difficult to tread,
I can’t find the way out.
I thought life would be different,
When I was little I believed
That things would be easy, like yesterday.
That my beautiful mom tried
To give me everything I needed
And today I realize that it’s not really like that.
Because my mom is tired now,
From working for my little brother and for me,
And now it’s my turn to help her,
For my mom I’ll battle until the end.
For her I’ll battle until I die,
And for her I don’t want to die,
Nor do I want for her to die
But what can you do, if fate is like that.
The paths of life
Aren’t how I thought they were
Not how I imagined,
Not how I believed.
The paths of life,
Are difficult to walk,
Difficult to tread,
And I can’t find the way out.
One knows that life
Will suddenly end,
And one hopes that it’ll be late
When the farewell comes.
A friend used to tell me
“I’ll give back to my parents,
For the upbringing that they gave me"
But his life didn’t last.
That’s why I ask of you, my God in heaven,
That you guide me to the right path,
For to give back to my beautiful mom.
So that she forgets this sea of suffering
And that she can separate from all the torment
That she had to go through to raise us.
Beautiful mom, you have to understand me
Don’t worry, everything will change
I suffer much, mother, when I see you
In need and I can’t provide for you.
Sometimes I cry for feeling impotence
So many things I want to give to you,
I’m going to fight without tiring
Because you don’t deserve to suffer more.
The walks of life
They aren’t how I thought they were
Not how I imagined
Not how I believed
The walks of life
Are difficult to walk
Difficult to tread
I can’t find the way out.
This song underlines the hardships of growing up in a single-parent family living in poverty, a reality that many families in Mexico and all over the world have to face. This song, as stated in the beginning, is dedicated to “all the mothers in the world,” as a reflection on the hardships of life as well as a pledge to repay all mothers for all the hardships they had to suffer in order to raise their children.
The singer addresses different audiences throughout the song, including the general public, God, and his own mother, while touching on several important aspects of Mexican cultural identity, such as death and maternity.
No son como yo pensaba
Como los imaginaba
No son como yo creia
Los caminos de la vida
Son muy dificil de andarlos
Dificil de caminarlos
Yo no encuentro la salida
Yo pensaba que la vida era distinta
Cuando estaba pequeñito yo creía
Que las cosas eran facil como ayer
Que mi viejecita buena se esmeraba
Por darme todo lo que necesitaba
Y hoy me doy cuenta que tanto así no es
Porque mi viejita ya está cansada
De trabajar pa' mi hermano y pa' mí
Y ahora con gusto me toca ayudarla
Y por mi vieja luchare hasta el fin
Por ella lucharé hasta que me muera
Y por ella no me quiero morir
Tampoco que se me muera mi vieja
Pero qué va si el destino es así
Los caminos de la vida
No son como yo pensaba
No son como imaginaba
No son como yo creía
Los caminos de la vida
Son muy dificil de andarlos
Dificil de caminarlos
Y no encuentro la salida
Uno sabe que la vida
De repente ha de acabarse
Y uno espera que sea tarde
Que llegue la despedida
Un amigo me decía
"Recompensaré a mis viejos
Por la crianza que me dieron"
Y no le alcanzó la vida
Por eso te pido a ti, mi dios del cielo
Para que me guíes al camino correcto
Para mi viejita linda compensar
Para que olvide ese mar de sufrimientos
Y que de ella se aparte todo el tormento
Que para criarnos tuvo que pasar
Viejita linda tienes que entenderme
No te preocupes todo va a cambiar
Yo sufro mucho madrecita al verte
Necesitada y no te puedo dar
A veces lloro al sentirme impotente
Son tantas cosas que te quiero dar
Y voy a luchar incansablemente
Porque tú no mereces sufrir más
Los caminos de la vida
No son como yo pensaba
No son como imaginaba
No son como yo creía
Los caminos de la vida
Son muy dificil de andarlos
Dificil de caminarlos
Y no encuentro la salida
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