Текст и перевод песни La Original Banda El Limón de Salvador Lizárraga - Pobre Bohemio

Pobre Bohemio

Has que suene la lira mi hermano
Has que llore la banda sus quejas
Acompaña mi canto paisano
Porque voy a contarte mis penas
Este pobre bohemio que miras
Trobador de cantina en cantina
Que tomando te cuenta su vida
Y llorando te cuentas sus cuitas
Muchas hembras tuve en mi camino
El dinero corrio por mis manos
Mas de pronto cambio mi destino
Y de pronto me vi abandonado
El dinero y las hembras no es nada
No me duele el haberlas perdido
Lo que si me lástima en el alma
Ver dejado mi pueblo querido!
Ay Mazatlán como te extraño!
Uy!
En mi pueblo deje yo a mis padres
Y a mi novia q tanto adoraba
Por correr yo me fui por el mundo
Sin saber lo que a mi me esperaba
Una tarde lluviosa de junio
A mi casa feliz regresaba a mis padres encontre en la tumba y a mi novia la encontré casada comprendi que era falso en la vida con dinero se compra y se paga nunca tuve un cariño sincero y por eso mi vida es amarga
Y por eso te digo paisano
Trobador de cantina en cantina
Asi pienso pasarme los años y por copas contarles mi vida.

Poor Bohemian

Make the lyre sound, my sister
Make the band weep in its complaints
Accompany my song, countrywoman
Because I am going to tell you my sorrows
This poor bohemian that you see
Troubadour from cantina to cantina
Who tells you his life story while drinking
And tearfully tells you his troubles
Many women I had on my path
The money flowed through my hands
But suddenly my destiny changed
And suddenly I found myself abandoned
The money and the women are nothing
It does not hurt me to have lost them
What does hurt me in my soul
Is seeing my beloved town deserted!
Oh Mazatlán, how I miss you!
Oh!
In my town I left my parents
And my girlfriend whom I adored so much
I ran away to the world
Not knowing what awaited me
One rainy afternoon in June
I returned home, happy to my parents I found in the grave and my girlfriend I found married I understood that it was false in life with money you buy and pay I never had a sincere love and that is why my life is bitter
And that is why I tell you, countrywoman
Troubadour from cantina to cantina
This is how I intend to spend my years and with drinks tell you my life.