Текст и перевод песни EDDY GUERRA - El Relato

El Relato

Pablo era un hombre pobre pero llevaba una vida buena
Se levantaba a las 11 y tenia desayuno almuerzo y cena
Con finca, con carro y casa gozaba de noche y día
Dinero siempre a montones, sin saber de dónde venia
Había un amigo que le decía, mira Pablito ponle atención

Que tu señora cuando tú sales te está engañando con un señor

Pablo se puso pilas analizando la situación
Y le dijo un día a su esposa que iba de viaje pa? New York
Pero todo era mentira regreso de nuevo a casa
Ya todo estaba en silencio se dijo algo raro pasa
Toco a su puerta y fue en vano se dijo esto está muy raro
Con su llave abrió la puerta y este cuadro Pablo vio

Estaba un hombre desnudo temblando de miedo y frio
Y Pablito confundido con su pistola apunto
Antes de pegarle un tiro a su mujer pregunto
Que hace este tipo en mi cuarto yo quiero una explicación
Pablito dijo su esposa no cometas la locura del tipo está conmigo

Te quiero hablar

El es el que da la plata para que comas tú y yo
El paga colegio, arriendo y hasta la luz
El me da zapatos y ropa que tengo yo
Y oiga Pablito lo que respondió:

Hay pobre señor puede tener frio
Tápalo mi amor que le puede dar un resfrío

Ponle la pijama que yo tengo en el ropero
Le puede dar una pulmonía mijita yo no quiero

Hay pobre señor puede tener frio
Tápalo mi amor que le puede dar un resfrío

Rápido tápalo mija, pronto búscale una cobija
Que se muere de frio

Hay pobre señor puede tener frio
Tápalo mi amor que le puede dar un resfrío

Entro a su cuarto como un villano
Salió contagio hasta las manos
El pobre Pablito

Hay pobre señor puede tener frio
Tápalo mi amor que le puede dar un resfrío

Este fue un caso que sucedió
Seguro caballero, se lo digo yo

The Story

Pablo was a poor man, but he lived a good life, honey.
He'd wake up at 11, and have breakfast, lunch, and dinner, sweetheart.
With a farm, a car, and a house, he enjoyed himself day and night, darling.
Always plenty of money, without knowing where it came from, my love.
There was a friend who told him, "Look, Pablito, pay attention, my dear."

"Your wife, when you go out, is cheating on you with a man, my sweet."

Pablo got wise, analyzing the situation, my love.
And one day he told his wife he was going on a trip to New York, sweetheart.
But it was all a lie, he returned home again, darling.
Everything was silent, he said to himself, "Something strange is going on, my dear."
He knocked on his door, but to no avail, he said, "This is very strange, my sweet."
With his key he opened the door, and this scene Pablo saw, my love.

There was a naked man, trembling with fear and cold, sweetheart.
And Pablito, confused, pointed his gun, darling.
Before shooting his wife, he asked, my dear,
"What is this guy doing in my room? I want an explanation, my sweet."
Pablito, his wife said, "Don't do anything crazy! This guy is with me, my love,"

"I want to talk to you, honey."

"He's the one who gives the money so you and I can eat, sweetheart."
"He pays for school, rent, and even the electricity, darling."
"He gives me the shoes and clothes I have, my dear."
And listen to what Pablito replied, my love:

"Oh, poor man, he might be cold, sweetheart."
"Cover him up, my love, he might catch a cold, darling."

"Put on him the pajamas I have in the closet, my dear."
"He might get pneumonia, my love, I don't want that, sweetheart."

"Oh, poor man, he might be cold, darling."
"Cover him up, my love, he might catch a cold, my dear."

"Quick, cover him up, my love, quickly find him a blanket, sweetheart."
"He's freezing to death, darling."

"Oh, poor man, he might be cold, my dear."
"Cover him up, my love, he might catch a cold, sweetheart."

He entered his room like a villain, darling.
He came out contagious, even his hands, my dear.
Poor Pablito, sweetheart.

"Oh, poor man, he might be cold, my love."
"Cover him up, my love, he might catch a cold, sweetheart."

This was a case that happened, darling.
I assure you, sir, I'm telling you, my dear.