Текст песни и перевод на английский Tiro De Gracia - Bebedor

Bebedor

Bebedor, bebedor, bebedor, you
Rostros, caras sin nombres, identidad de pobres
Como los sobres de la mensualidad
Voy caminando, yo voy buscandome otro lugar
El humo sale de mi nariz, el aire se apodera de mi

Oye mi amor esta canción es para ti
Sin tener pa', como pagar pa', un lugar para poder hacer algo
Mirando caras para poder pasar el rato, y no caigo dentro del poder juzgar

Quien soy yo dentro de esta piramide social
Quien soy yo dentro de esta piramide social

Bebedor de ocasiones y oportunidades, perdedor frustrado del barrio
(Lleno de mala suerte y escaso espacio)
(Lleno de mala suerte y escaso espacio)
Bebedor de ocasiones y oportunidades, perdedor frustrado del barrio, del barrio

Calor, presion, monotonia de mi existencia
Ya mi paciencia ha huido de mi conciencia
Pues he comprobado que todo esto tiene un limite
Del cual mi mente ha tratado de escabullirse (no)

Y no entiendo nada y no es extraño, y es que tan solo tu lo ves
Tan solo espero que algo cambie
Soñando, y sudando entre las sabanas de esta fria noche
Donde no hay nada que te proteja en las aceras
Solo tu instinto y un rico tinto aqui te espera
Tirado en la calle, bebedor de ocasiones y oportunidades, salud

Bebedor de ocasiones y oportunidades, perdedor frustrado del barrio
(Lleno de mala suerte y escaso espacio)
El bebedor, bebedor, bebedor, you
Bebedor de ocasiones y oportunidades, perdedor frustrado del barrio, del barrio

Y nunca quise aceptar, aceptar que tomaba, que tomaba para olvidar
Para olvidar que habia que tomar, y rodar aqui en las calles de mi borrachera
Despues de la ultima copa, todas fueron las primeras
Y mis promesas de no beber no fueron verdaderas, y mi famila lo era ahora

En la libreta de familia, que maravilla
Aquella irresponsabilidad es solo mi realidad, abrazado a un buen bigotea'o
Con mis compadres recordando el pasa'o
Dando lastima, solo, sucio y en la calle, tirao'

Bebedor, bebedor, bebedor, you
Bebedor de ocasiones y oportunidades, perdedor frustrado del barrio
(Lleno de mala suerte y escaso espacio)
El bebedor, bebedor, bebedor, you

Bebedor de ocasiones y oportunidades, perdedor frustrado del barrio, del barrio
Bebedor de ocasiones y oportunidades, perdedor frustrado del barrio
(Lleno de mala suerte y escaso espacio)
El bebedor, bebedor, bebedor, you
Bebedor de ocasiones y oportunidades, perdedor frustrado del barrio, del barrio

Drinker

Drinker, drinker, drinker, you
Faces, nameless faces, the identity of the poor
Like the envelopes of the monthly pay
I'm walking, I'm looking for another place for myself
The smoke comes out of my nose, the air takes hold of me

Hey my love, this song is for you
Without having enough to pay for a place to be able to do something
Looking at faces to pass the time, and I don't fall into the power of judging

Who am I within this social pyramid
Who am I within this social pyramid

Drinker of occasions and opportunities, frustrated loser from the neighborhood
(Full of bad luck and limited space)
(Full of bad luck and limited space)
Drinker of occasions and opportunities, frustrated loser from the hood, from the hood

Heat, pressure, monotony of my existence
My patience has fled from my conscience
Because I have proven that all of this has a limit
From which my mind has tried to escape (no)

And I don't understand anything and it's not strange, it's just that only you see it
I just hope something changes
Dreaming, and sweating between the sheets of this cold night
Where there's nothing to protect you on the sidewalks
Only your instinct and a good red wine awaits you here
Lying in the street, drinker of occasions and opportunities, cheers

Drinker of occasions and opportunities, frustrated loser from the neighborhood
(Full of bad luck and limited space)
The drinker, drinker, drinker, you
Drinker of occasions and opportunities, frustrated loser from the hood, from the hood

And I never wanted to accept, accept that I drank, that I drank to forget
To forget that I had to drink, and roll around here in the streets of my drunkenness
After the last drink, they were all the first
And my promises not to drink were not true, and my family was now it

In the family record book, how wonderful
That irresponsibility is just my reality, hugging a good mustache
With my buddies remembering the past
Giving pity, alone, dirty and in the street, thrown down

Drinker, drinker, drinker, you
Drinker of occasions and opportunities, frustrated loser from the neighborhood
(Full of bad luck and limited space)
The drinker, drinker, drinker, you

Drinker of occasions and opportunities, frustrated loser from the hood, from the hood
Drinker of occasions and opportunities, frustrated loser from the neighborhood
(Full of bad luck and limited space)
The drinker, drinker, drinker, you
Drinker of occasions and opportunities, frustrated loser from the hood, from the hood