Lyrics and translation La Dinastia de Tuzantla - Pobre bohemio

Pobre bohemio

Has que suena la lira mi hermano
Has que lloren las cuerdas sus quejas
Acompaña mi llanto paisano
Porque voy a contar de mis penas

Este pobre bohemio que miran
Trovador de cantina en cantina
Que con llanto te cuenta sus cuitas
Que llorando te cuenta su vida

Muchas hembras tuve en mi camino
El dinero corrió por mis manos
Mas de pronto cambio mi destino
Y al momento me vi abandonado

El dinero y las hembras no es nada
No me duele el haberlo perdido
Lo que si me lastima en el alma
Ver dejado mi pueblo querido

*Música*

Una tarde lluviosa de junio
A mi casa feliz regresaba
A mis padres encontré en la tumba
Y ami novia la encontré casada

Comprendí que era falso en la vida
Con dinero se compra y se paga
Nunca tuve un cariño sincero
Y por eso mi es amarga

Y por eso te digo paisano
Trovador de cantina en cantina
Así pienso pasarme los años
Y por coplas contar de vida

Poor bohemian

Make the lyre sound my brother
Make the strings cry their complaints
Accompany my weeping countryman
Because I am going to tell you about my sorrow

This poor bohemian you see
A troubadour from tavern to tavern
Who tearfully tells you his troubles
Who tearfully tells you his life

Many women I had on my way
Money flowed through my hands
But suddenly my fate changed
And in a moment I found myself abandoned

Money and women are nothing
It doesn't hurt me to have lost it
What does hurt my soul
Is seeing my beloved town abandoned

*Music*

One rainy June afternoon
I was happily returning home
I found my parents in the grave
And my girlfriend was married

I understood that everything is fake in life
With money you can buy and pay
I never had a sincere love
And that's why my life is bitter

And that's why I tell you countryman
Troubadour from tavern to tavern
That's how I plan to spend my years
And through verses tell of my life