Paroles et traduction Ulises Bueno - El Borracho

El Borracho

Soy el mas desquiciado del mundo
Y la culpa la tiene este vicio
Me dejo la mujer que tenia
Ahora pierdo tambien a mi hijo

El jamas supo lo que era un padre
Por que yo andaba siempre borracho.
El pidendo en la calle limosnas
Para que yo siguiera tomando

Una noche lluviosa de invierno
Llego el pobre hasta donde yo estaba
Y me dijo perdon padre mio
Ahora si que no me dieron nada.
Tengo hambre y tambien mucho frio
Por favor hoy no me digas nada

Pero yo ciego de tanta ira
Lo golpie hasta casi matarlo
Y le dije te vas a la calle
Ya no pienso seguirte aguantando,
Ya no tienes ni casa ni padre
Si no traes para seguir tomando.

Pero yo ciego de tanta ira
Lo golpie hasta casi matarlo
Y le dije te vas a la calle
Si no traes para seguir tomando.

Salio el pobre temblando de frio
Y llorando por lo que le dije
Mientras yo en la casa embrutecido
Sabra Dios que tanto lo maldije

El alcohol y el sueño me vencieron
Desperte casi ya amaneciendo
Y al abrir la puerta de mi casa
No crei lo que yo estaba viendo

Ahi estaba mi hijo tirado
Habia muerto de hambre y de frio
Y en sus manos le haye dos monedas
Que traia pa comprar mas vino.
Y borracho no oí que tocaba
Y asi el pobre murio en el olvido

Y por borracho perdi a mi hijo
Y a mi esposa que tanto adoraba
Yo les quiero pedir a los padres
Que no le hagan un mal a sus hijos.
Tal vez Dios me mando este castigo
Por tirarme a la senda del vicio.

Y por borracho perdi a mi hijo
Y a mi esposa que tanto adoraba.
Tal vez Dios me mando este castigo
Por tirarme a la senda del vicio.

The Drunkard

I am the most deranged man in the world
And the blame lies with this vice
The woman I had left me
Now I am also losing my son

He never knew what a father was
Because I was always drunk.
He begged for alms in the street
So that I could keep drinking

One rainy winter night
The poor boy came to where I was
And he said, "Forgive me, my father
Now they didn't give me anything.
I'm hungry and also very cold
Please don't say anything to me today

But I, blinded by my anger
Beat him until I almost killed him
And I told him, "You're going to the streets
I don't intend to put up with you any more.
You have no home or father anymore
If you don't bring money to keep on drinking."

But I, blinded by my anger
Beat him until I almost killed him
And I told him, "You're going to the streets
If you don't bring money to keep on drinking."

The poor boy left, trembling with cold
And crying because of what I said
While I, besotted in the house
God knows how much I cursed him

Alcohol and sleep overcame me
I woke when it was almost dawn
And when I opened the door of my house
I couldn't believe what I was seeing

There was my son lying down
He had died of hunger and cold
And in his hands I found two coins
Which he was bringing to buy more wine.
And, drunk, I didn't hear him knocking
And thus the poor boy died alone

And because I was a drunkard, I lost my son
And my wife whom I so much adored
I want to ask parents
Not to hurt their children.
Perhaps God sent me this punishment
For setting out on the path of vice.

And because I was a drunkard, I lost my son
And my wife whom I so much adored
Perhaps God sent me this punishment
For setting out on the path of vice.