Paroles et traduction Dimensión Latina - Compadre Querido

Compadre Querido

Oiga mi compadre vamo'a beber
Yo quiero que usted me brinde un trago
Y dígame como hago para olvida' esa mujer (coro)
Ay! cuando no la puedo ver me quiere mata' el guayabo
Y dígame como hago para olvida' esa mujer (coro)

Yo he visto mujeres
Rogando un cariño
Ay! lloran como un niño
Sin que las consuelen
Son cosas que duelen
Compadre querido

Oiga mi compai aquí tiene el trago
Y me perdona que se lo diga
Uste' esta martirizado
Y ella se encuentra tranquila (coro)

Ay! que nadie me guarde luto
Que no me lloren compadre
Y el que muere por su gusto
Hasta la muerte le sale (coro)

Yo he visto mujeres
Rogando un cariño

Ay! lloran como un niño
Sin que las consuelen
Son cosas que duelen
Compadre querido

Ay! Por esa hembra hay cosa que sufro
Y si me duele no hay que pensarle
El que muere por su gusto
Hasta la muerte le sale (coro)

¡Ay! que nadie me guarde luto
Que no me lloren compadre
El que muere por su gusto
Hasta la muerte le sale (coro)

Yo he visto mujeres
Rogando un cariño
Ay! lloran como un niño
Sin que las consuelen
Son cosas que duelen
Compadre querido

Oiga compadre un consejo le voy a dar, búsquese otra mujer
Son cosas que duelen, compadre querido (coro)
Oiga mi compadre aquí tiene el trago y me perdona que se lo diga

Son cosas que duelen, compadre querido (coro)

Usted, usted, usted está martirizado y esa mamita se encuentra tranquila
Son cosas que duelen, compadre querido (coro)
Son cosas, son cositas, cosillas, cosotas, son cosas, cosas que duelen
Son cosas que duelen, compadre querido (coro)
De barra en barra, de trago en trago, esa bebida va a acabar con su vida compadre
Son cosas que duelen, compadre querido (coro)
Ay hombre.!

El que muere por su gusto, oiga hasta la muerte le sale
Son cosas que duelen, compadre querido (coro)
Búsquese una negra que lo quiera de verdad y que le diga papachongo
Son cosas que duelen, compadre querido (coro)
Que lo mire en la cama, le diga que yo te quiero, que yo te adoro, tú eres mi tesoro
Son cosas que duelen, compadre querido (coro)
Pero deja el despecho, siga tranquilo y viva feliz su vida
Son cosas que duelen, compadre querido (coro)
Son golpecitos que uno pasa por la vida compadre y así uno aprende

Son cosas que duelen, compadre querido (coro)
Ay hombre.!

Dear Friend

Hey my friend, let's have a drink
I want you to offer me a shot
And tell me how to forget that woman (chorus)
Oh! when I can't see her, the heartache is killing me
And tell me how to forget that woman (chorus)

I've seen women
Begging for affection
Oh! they cry like a child
Without anyone to comfort them
These are things that hurt
Dear friend

Listen, my friend, here's your drink
And forgive me for saying this
You're being tormented
And she's just fine (chorus)

Oh! let no one mourn for me
Let no one cry for me, friend
He who dies for his own pleasure
Even death suits him (chorus)

I've seen women
Begging for affection

Oh! they cry like a child
Without anyone to comfort them
These are things that hurt
Dear friend

Oh! For that woman, I suffer greatly
And if it hurts, there's no use dwelling on it
He who dies for his own pleasure
Even death suits him (chorus)

Oh! let no one mourn for me
Let no one cry for me, friend
He who dies for his own pleasure
Even death suits him (chorus)

I've seen women
Begging for affection
Oh! they cry like a child
Without anyone to comfort them
These are things that hurt
Dear friend

Listen friend, I'm going to give you some advice, find another woman
These are things that hurt, dear friend (chorus)
Listen, my friend, here's your drink and forgive me for saying this

These are things that hurt, dear friend (chorus)

You, you, you are being tormented and that little mama is just fine
These are things that hurt, dear friend (chorus)
These are things, little things, big things, these are things, things that hurt
These are things that hurt, dear friend (chorus)
From bar to bar, from drink to drink, that alcohol is going to end your life, friend
These are things that hurt, dear friend (chorus)
Oh man!

He who dies for his own pleasure, listen, even death suits him
These are things that hurt, dear friend (chorus)
Find yourself a black woman who truly loves you and calls you "papachongo"
These are things that hurt, dear friend (chorus)
Who looks at you in bed and says "I love you, I adore you, you are my treasure"
These are things that hurt, dear friend (chorus)
But leave the heartache behind, stay calm and live your life happily
These are things that hurt, dear friend (chorus)
These are little blows that one goes through in life, friend, and that's how one learns

These are things that hurt, dear friend (chorus)
Oh man!