Текст и перевод песни Banda Zirahuén - Sin Fortuna

Sin Fortuna

Yo nací sin fortuna y sin nada,
Desafiando al destino de frente,
Hasta el más infeliz me humillaba,
Ignorándome toda la gente,
Y de pronto mi suerte ha cambiado,
Y de pronto me ví entre gran gente.
Ví a esa gente sentírse dichosa,
Frente a un mundo vulgar y embustero,
Gente hipócrita, ruin, vanidosa,
Que de nada le sirve el dinero,
Que se muere lo mismo que el probre,
Y su tumba es el mismo agüjero.
Ahora voy por distintos caminos,
Voy siguiendo tan solo al destino,
Y entre pobres me siento dichoso,
Sí amando doy mí amor entero,
Con los pobres me quito el sombrero,
Y desprecio hasta el más poderoso.
Soy cabal y sincero les digo,
He labrado mí propio destino,
Yo le tiendo la mano al amigo,
Pero al rico jamás me le humillo.
Yo nunca tuve el calor de un beso,
Mis pobres viejos trabajaban tanto,
Que nunca tuvieron tiempo para eso.
Y así crecí sin ignorar el llanto.
No fuí a la escuela, yo apendí de grande,
Para esas cosas no alcanzaba un probre,
Las letras no entran cuando se tiene hambre,
Ní hay quien te de la mano si eres pobre.
Por eso vuelvo a éste pueblo viejo,
Donde la vida me trató tan mal,
Esa es mi gente que por nada dejo,
Aunque volviera, aunque volviera yo a sufrir igual.
Soy cabal y sincero les digo,
He labrado mí propio destino,
Yo le tiendo la mano al amigo,
Pero al rico jamás me le humillo.

Without Fortune

I was born without fortune and without anything,
Defying destiny head-on,
Even the most unfortunate would humiliate me,
Ignoring me, all the people,
And suddenly my luck has changed,
And suddenly I saw myself among great people.
I saw those people feel happy,
Faced with a vulgar and deceitful world,
Hypocritical, mean, vain people,
Whose money is of no use to them,
Who dies the same way as the poor,
And their grave is the same hole.
Now I walk different paths,
I am following only destiny,
And I feel happy among the poor,
Yes, loving, I give my whole heart,
I take my hat off to the poor,
And I despise even the most powerful.
I am honest and sincere, I tell you,
I have carved my own destiny,
I offer my hand to a friend,
But I never humble myself before the rich.
I never had the warmth of a kiss,
My poor old people worked so hard,
That they never had time for that.
And so I grew up without ignoring the cry.
I didn't go to school, I learned when I was older,
A poor man couldn't afford those things,
Letters don't enter when you're hungry,
Nor is there anyone to give you a hand if you're poor.
That's why I return to this old town,
Where life treated me so badly,
These are my people, who I would never leave for anything,
Even if I came back, even if I came back to suffer the same way.
I am honest and sincere, I tell you,
I have carved my own destiny,
I offer my hand to a friend,
But I never humble myself before the rich.