Vagabundo - Valentin Elizalde traduction en anglais

Vagabundo

Soy como un vagabundo que va por el mundo
Buscando sin rumbo el amor que aller perdio
Es triste mirarlo es triste saver
Que por el amor de ella que no supo su vida comprender
Vagabundo que vas por el mundo
Recogiendo limosna de un amor que aller perdio
Y tan solo llora su destino de un duro camino que la vida le marco
Con su ropa y alma destrosada
El pobre vagabundo por el mundo va
Y un lamento que lleva muy dentro
Repitiendo el silencio se olle murmurar
Que ni dios le mande la muerte
Porque el presiente que el no puede mas
Haci estoy con el alma desecha
No me importa la vida si ella ya no esta
Y haora que mas da
Que la gente me diga
Que soy vagabundo que va por el mundo llorando un amor
Vagabundo que vas por el mundo
Recogiendo limosna de un amor que aller perdio
Y tan solo llora su destino de un duro camino que la vida le marco
Con su ropa y alma destrosada
El pobre vagabundo por el mundo va
Y un lamento que lleva muy dentro
Repitiendo el silencio se olle murmurar
Que ni dios le mande la muerte
Porque el presiente que el no puede mas

Vagabond

I am like a vagabond wandering the world
Aimlessly searching for the love I lost yesterday
It's sad to watch, it's sad to know
That because of her love, she couldn't understand his life
A vagabond who wanders the world
Begging for alms of a love he lost yesterday
He only weeps for his fate, a hard road that life has set for him
With his clothes and soul torn apart
The poor vagabond walks the world
With a lament he carries deep within
Repeating the silence that can be heard murmuring
May God not send him death
Because he feels that he can't go on any longer
I am like this with my soul destroyed
Life doesn't matter to me if she is no longer here
What does it matter now?
Let people say
That I am a vagabond who wanders the world, crying over a lost love
A vagabond who wanders the world
Begging for alms of a love he lost yesterday
He only weeps for his fate, a hard road that life has set for him
With his clothes and soul torn apart
The poor vagabond walks the world
With a lament he carries deep within
Repeating the silence that can be heard murmuring
May God not send him death
Because he feels that he can't go on any longer