Текст и перевод песни Chuy Lizárraga y Su Banda Tierra Sinaloense - Complaciendo A Un Borracho

Complaciendo A Un Borracho

Complaciendo a un borracho que muy triste lloraba
Me pideo 30 cartas por tercera ocasion
Yo le dije calmado la que sigue es la suya
Y me dijo no compro toque ya mi cansion

Si supiera la pena que yo traigo en el alma
El ranchito olvidado que muy triste quedo
Ya no esta la viejita que siempre me esperaba
La casa abandonada ya muy triste quedo

Que me sigan cantando
Que me sigan tocando
Solo se mi dolor, hay le va compañero que no sea por dinero tambien es mi cansion

Ya no vendra, y su recuerdo
Me persigue a donde voy
Sufro al mirar
Y hasta los campos me preguntan
Cuando vuelve y yo no se
Que contestar porque no se
Si volvera, lo mas seguro
Esque no regrese

Que me sigan cantando
Que me sigan tocando
Solo se mi dolor, hay le va compañero que no sea por dinero tambien es mi cansion

Ya no vendra, y su recuerdo
Me persigue a donde voy
Sufro al mirar
Y hasta los campos me preguntan
Cuando vuelve y yo no se
Que contestar porque no se
Si volvera, lo mas seguro
Esque no regrese

Yo no se que contestar porque no se si volvera, lo mas seguro
Esque no regrese

Accommodating a Drunkard

Complacency for a drunkard so sorrowfully forlorn
He requested 30 letters on the third occasion
I calmly told him that the next one is his
And he told me he wouldn't pay; play my song now

If he knew the anguish that torments my soul
The desolate ranch that remains forlorn
The old woman is gone, she who always awaited me
The abandoned house now stands forlorn

Let them keep singing to me
Let them keep playing for me
Only my pain is known, oh! My friend, let it not be for money; it is my song too

He won't come and his memory
Haunts me wherever I go
I suffer to see
And even the fields ask me
When will he return, and I do not know
What to answer, because I do not know
If he will return, it's quite possible
He may never

Let them keep singing to me
Let them keep playing for me
Only my pain is known, oh! My friend, let it not be for money; it is my song too

He won't come and his memory
Haunts me wherever I go
I suffer to see
And even the fields ask me
When will he return, and I do not know
What to answer, because I do not know
If he will return, it's quite possible
He may never

I do not know what to answer, because I do not know if he will return, it's quite possible
He may never