Paroles et traduction Braulio - Pobre Papa

Pobre Papa

A pesar de todo, te quiero papa
Auque tus achaques no logre aguantar,
Tu absurda ceguera te impide aceptar
Que ya soy un hombre que empieza su andar.

Siempre seré un inexperto a la hora de opinar
Y tu a mi años te escapaste a guerrear,
Frenas mi alegar abierto y te niegas a razonar
Escudándote en tu ferre autoridad.

Tratas de agotar mis sueños acusándome de irrealidad
Y me exiges sumisión a tu verdad,
Quieres seguir siendo el dueño
Que administre bien mi libertad
Y no admites concesión a otro ideal.

Pobre papá, pobre papá
Con tu actitud me perderás,
Pobre papá, pobre papá
Y en la vejez solo estarás.

Ya se que presumes de hacerme bailar
Al son que tu tocas y sin rechistar,
Pero tu absurda ceguera te impide aceptar
Que ya soy un hombre que empieza su andar

Siempre seré un inexperto a la hora de opinar
Y tu a mi años te escapaste a guerrear
Frenas mi alegar abierto
Y te niegas a razonar escudándote en tu ferre autoridad.

Tratas de agotar mis sueños acusándome de irrealidad
Y me exiges sumisión a tu verdad,
Quieres seguir siendo el dueño
Que administre bien mi libertad
Y no admites concesión a otro ideal.

Pobre papá, pobre papá
Con tu actitud me perderás,
Pobre papá, pobre papá
Y en la vejez solo estarás. (3 veces)

Pobre Dad

Despite everything, I love you, Dad
Although I can't put up with your ailments,
Your absurd blindness prevents you from accepting
That I am now a man who is starting his journey.

I will always be inexperienced when it comes to expressing my opinions
As you escaped to fight a war many years ago,
You stop my open arguments and refuse to reason
Hiding behind your self-assured authority.

You try to exhaust my dreams by accusing me of being unrealistic
And you demand that I submit to your truth,
You want to continue being the owner
Who manages my freedom well
And you don't admit concessions to other ideals.

Poor Dad, Poor Dad
Your attitude will make me leave,
Poor Dad, Poor Dad
And in old age you will be alone.

I know that you boast about making me dance
To the sound that you play and without complaining,
But your absurd blindness prevents you from accepting
That I am now a man who is starting his journey

I will always be inexperienced when it comes to expressing my opinions
As you escaped to fight a war many years ago,
You stop my open arguments
And you refuse to reason hiding behind your self-assured authority.

You try to exhaust my dreams by accusing me of being unrealistic
And you demand that I submit to your truth,
You want to continue being the owner
Who manages my freedom well
And you don't admit concessions to other ideals.

Poor Dad, Poor Dad
Your attitude will make me leave,
Poor Dad, Poor Dad
And in old age, you will be alone. (3 times)