Текст и перевод песни Edmundo Rivero - El Desalojo

El Desalojo

El juzgao con el aviso,
Me la dio por la cabeza,
Nunca espere tal sorpresa,
Mi suerte ingrata lo quiso,
Feliz en un entrepiso,
Yo me encontraba confiado,
Al ver siempre al encargado,
Saludar con alegria,
Pero hoy, ni los buenos dias,
Al encontrame me ha dado.

Al rato vi mi moblaje,
Enfililao por la esclaera,
La guitarra, la fiambrera,
El colchon viejo y el traje,
Y después todo el menaje,
Dentro de la mesa y.p.f.,
Y un elastico de fleje,
Que dice, desde turquia,
Y que herede de una tia,
Que se murio en cruz del eje.

Apenas debia tres años,
Que alevosa picardia,
Que triste la vida mia,
Siempre, siempre desengaños,
Los ojos de los extraños,
Relampagueaban de gozo,
Y el vigilante curioso,
Dijo, mostrando los dientes,
Que va a decir la del frente,
Al ver su mueble lujoso.

Y en la vereda marchita,
Mis pobres cosas quedaron,
Yo se bien que se nublaron,
Tus ojitos vecinita,
Lo que me apena y me agita,
Es que por ser angelito,
Aquel dorado marquito,
Que siempre me ha acompañado,
El changador me ha afanado,
Con tu estampa, che carlitos.

Eviction

The court with the notice,
Hit me right in the head,
I never expected such a surprise,
My unlucky fate intended it,
Happy on a mezzanine,
I was feeling confident,
Seeing the manager always,
Greet me with joy,
But today, not even a good morning,
When he found me, he gave me.

Soon I saw my furniture,
Carried down the stairs,
The guitar, the lunch box,
The old mattress and the suit,
And then all the household goods,
Inside the table and.p.f.,
And a rubber band from the hospital,
That says, from Turkey,
And that I inherited it from an aunt,
Who died in the cross of the axis.

I barely owed three years,
What treacherous deceit,
How sad my life is,
Always, always disappointments,
The eyes of strangers,
Flashed with joy,
And the curious guard,
Said, showing his teeth,
What will the woman next door say,
When she sees her luxurious furniture.

And on the withered sidewalk,
My poor belongings were left,
I know for sure that they clouded,
Your little eyes, neighbor,
What pains me and agitates me,
Is that for being an angel,
That gilded little frame,
That has always been with me,
The porter has stolen from me,
With your picture, che carlitos.