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Barrío Pobre

Barrio pobre

Letra: Francisco García Jiménez

En este barrio que es reliquia del pasado,
Por esta calle, tan humilde tuve ayer,
Detrás de aquella ventanita que han cerrado,
La clavelina perfumada de un querer...
Aquellas fiestas que en tus patios celebraban
Algún suceso venturoso del lugar,
Con mi guitarra entre la rueda me contaban
Y en versos tiernos entonaba mi cantar...

Barrio... de mis sueños más ardientes,
Pobre... cual las ropas de tus gentes.
Para mí guardabas toda la riqueza
Y lloviznaba la tristeza
Cuando te di mi último adiós...
¡Barrio... barrio pobre, estoy contigo!...
¡Vuelvo a cantarte, viejo amigo!
Perdoná los desencantos de mi canto,
Pues desde entonces, lloré tanto,
Que se ha quebrado ya mi voz...

Por esta calle iba en pálidas auroras
Con paso firme a la jornada de labor;
Cordial y simple era la ronda de mis horas;
Amor de madre, amor de novia...¡siempre amor!
Por esta calle en una noche huraña y fría
Salí del mundo bueno y puro del ayer,
Doblé la esquina sin pensar lo que perdía,
Me fui sin rumbo, para nunca más volver...

Poor Neighborhood

Poor neighborhood

Lyrics: Francisco García Jiménez

In this neighborhood that's a relic of the past,
Through this street, so humble, I walked yesterday,
Behind that little window that they've closed,
There was a scented carnation of love...
Those festivals that were celebrated in your patios
For some fortunate event in the town,
With my guitar among the crowd, they would tell me,
And in tender verses, I sang my song...

Neighborhood... of my most ardent dreams,
Poor... like the clothes of your people.
For me, you guarded all the wealth
And sadness drizzled
When I bid you my last farewell...
Neighborhood... poor neighborhood, I'm with you now!...
I'm singing to you again, old friend!
Forgive the disappointments in my song,
Because since then, I've cried so much,
That my voice has already broken...

Through this street, I used to walk on pale dawns
With firm steps to the day's labor;
My hours went by cordially and simply;
Love of a mother, love of a girlfriend...always love!
Through this street, on a rough and cold night
I left the pure and good world of the past,
I turned the corner, not knowing what I had lost,
I left without direction, never to return again...