Текст и перевод песни Pedro Palacios - Rodolfo

Rodolfo

Saliendo de su hogar entro a este mundo
Con lento caminar pues un dolor profundo
Moraba en ese rostro tan obscuro
Como la noche que este vagabundo
Abandonó su vida por vivir

Quizás decepcionado de sí mismo
Con un triste mirar sabiendo ser amigo
Quisiera y sé que más de uno lo mismo
Que fuese lo que digo barroquismo
Mas desgraciadamente el literal

Le han destrozado la columna vertebral
Pobre Rodolfo no se puede levantar
Y algunas manos empapadas de bondad
Le han levantado la esperanza

Es el destino del que no pudo escapar
Quien le ha golpeado lentamente y sin pensar
Y que ha logrado que hasta en los tiempos de paz
Y libertad siempre esté listo para pelear

Hoy vive plenamente y más tranquilo
Mas no puede cambiar el suele ser el mismo
Negándose al buen trato y al cariño
La desconfianza y el son uno mismo
Y dolo es lo que suele respirar

Le han destrozado la columna vertebral
Pobre Rodolfo no se puede levantar
Y algunas manos empapadas de bondad
Le han levantado la esperanza

Es el destino del que no pudo escapar
Quien le ha golpeado lentamente y sin pensar
Y aunque la vida le ha tratado un poco mal
Volvió a nacer pues nuevamente
Ha vuelto a caminar

Rodolfo

Leaving your home, you entered this world
With a slow walk, for a deep pain
Was dwelling in that face so dark
Like the night that this vagabond
Abandoned his life to live

Perhaps disappointed in himself
With a sad look, knowing how to be a friend
I would like and I know that more than one does
That you were what I say, baroque
But unfortunately, the literal

They have shattered his spinal column
Poor Rodolfo, you cannot stand up
And some hands soaked with kindness
Have raised your hope

It is the destiny that you could not escape
Who has slowly and thoughtlessly beaten you
And that has managed that even in times of peace
And freedom you are always ready to fight

Today you live fully and more calmly
But you cannot change; you remain the same
Denying good treatment and affection
Distrust and fear are one and the same
And pain is all you usually breathe

They have shattered your spinal column
Poor Rodolfo, you cannot stand up
And some hands soaked with kindness
Have raised your hope

It is the destiny that you could not escape
Who has slowly and thoughtlessly beaten you
And although life has treated you a little badly
You were born again because again
You have walked again