Текст и перевод песни Tata Barahona - Pregon de la pobreza

Pregon de la pobreza

Sin dudar, lo vi entregar
La postal, con la verdad
De la miseria escondida
Del padre con su bebida.

Al pasar, mi asiento va
Sin piedad y sin bondad
Pidiendo alguna moneda
Pensando alguna tarea
Equilibrando sus piernas
Lidiando contra la inercia
Y sin pesar en su suerte
Escapo por la alameda

La intención no es molestar
Es pedir a voluntad
Una moneda perdida
Una sonrisa sentida
Una caricia encendida
La mesa con la comida

Y aguarda espesa la noche
Le da de golpes la vida
En la frenada su muerte
En su niñez una herida
Mi mano que se contrae
Tacaña mano sin vida
Los dioses pongan sus voces
Hagan sanar esta herida

The Cry of Poverty

Without hesitation, I saw him hand over
The postcard, with the truth
Of hidden misery
Of a father with his drink.

As I pass, my seat goes
Without pity and without kindness
Asking for a coin
Thinking of some task
Balancing his legs
Fighting against inertia
And without weighing his luck
I escape through the avenue

The intention is not to bother
It is to ask willingly
A lost coin
A heartfelt smile
A burning caress
The table with the food

And the night waits thickly
Life knocks him around
His death in the braking
In his childhood, a wound
My hand that contracts
Stingy, lifeless hand
May the gods raise their voices
Let them heal this wound