Paroles et traduction Pate de Fuá - El Borracho

El Borracho

Con la mirada perdida y el semblante desgastado
pueden verlo atormentado por una pena de amor,
en la mesa del costado trago a trago no la olvida
y tomándose la vida recordando su pasado
anestesia las heridas con las mieles del alcohol.
Lúgubre como un fantasma,
no sé sabe vivo o muerto
y entre dormido y despierto
mira al mundo con dolor.
Con los ojos entreabiertos contemplando el mismo vaso
emborracha de desconcierto, solitario de un fracaso,
y a ninguno le hace caso mientras llora con dolor.
Amor de mi vida, mi amor imposible,
amor que en la herida te llevo en el alma,
tú fuiste la calma y yo era el tormento,
profundo lamento de mi corazón.
Borracho me dicen porque en la botella
me pierdo por ella y no puedo volver,
borracho soy porque al beber me olvido que vivo,
sin un amor y sin fe.
Salud!
Todos saben que el borracho siempre ha sido un tipo bueno
y aunque tome su veneno nunca a nadie le ha hecho mal.
Todos saben que es ajeno a lo que pasa en el presente
y que vive como ausente con la mente de un pasado,
es por eso que realmente todo lo parece igual.
Por no emborracharse solo vuelve con su paso lento,
a nublar su entendimiento cada noche al mismo bar,
derrotado en la tristeza de la mesa del costado,
no levanta la cabeza, trago a trago el condenado,
mientras llora la certeza porque nunca va a olvidar.
Amor de mi vida, mi amor imposible,
amor que en la herida te llevo en el alma,
ayer fuiste calma y yo era el tormento,
profundo lamento de mi corazón.
Borracho me dicen porque en la botella
me pierdo con ella y no puedo volver,
borracho soy porque al beber me olvido que vivo,
sin un amor y sin fe.

The Drunk

With his gaze lost and his countenance worn out
you can see him tormented by a love sorrow,
on the table at his side drink after drink he can't forget
and taking his life remembering his past
he anaesthetizes his wounds with the honey of alcohol.
Lugubrious like a ghost,
you don't know if he's dead or alive
and between asleep and awake
he looks at the world with pain.
With half-open eyes contemplating the same glass
he gets drunk from bewilderment, solitary in a failure,
and doesn't pay attention to anyone as he cries with pain.
Love of my life, my impossible love,
love that in the wound I carry you in my soul,
you were the calm and I was the torment,
deep regret of my heart.
They call me a drunk because in the bottle
I lose myself because of her and I can't go back,
I'm a drunk because when I drink I forget that I live,
without love and without faith.
Cheers!
Everyone knows that the drunk has always been a good guy
and even though he drinks his poison he has never hurt anyone.
Everyone knows that he is oblivious to what is happening in the present
and that he lives as if he were absent-minded, with his head in the past,
that's why everything really seems the same to him.
Because he can't get drunk alone he goes back with his slow steps,
to cloud his mind every night at the same bar,
defeated in the sadness at the table next door,
he doesn't lift his head, drink after drink the damned,
as he cries the certainty because he will never forget.
Love of my life, my impossible love,
love that in the wound I carry you in my soul,
yesterday you were the calm and I was the torment,
deep regret of my heart.
Drunk they call me because in the bottle
I lose myself with her and I can't go back,
I am a drunk because when I drink I forget that I live,
without love and without faith.