Текст и перевод песни Tito Allen - El Relato

El Relato

Pablo era un hombre pobre
Pero llevaba una vida buena
Se levantaba a las once
Tenia desayuno, almuerzo,
Y cena
Con finca, con carro y casa
Gozaba de noche y día
Dinero siempre hay montones
Sin saber de donde venia
A un amigo que le decía
Mira Pablito ponle atención
Que tu señora
Cuando tu sales
Te esta engañando con un señor
Pablo se puso pilas
Analizando la situación
Le dijo un día a su esposa
Que iba de viaje para Nueva York
Pero todo era mentira
Regreso de nuevo a casa
Ya todo estaba en silencio
Y se dijo algo raro pasa
* A su cuarto y fue * Se dijo esto esta muy raro
Abrió la puerta
Y este cuadro Pablo vio:
Estaba un hombre desnudo
Temblando de miedo y frio
Y Pablito confundido
Con su pistola apunto
Antes de pegarle un tiro
A su mujer pregunto:
¿Que hace este tipo en mi cuarto?
Yo quiero una explicación
Pablito dijo su esposa
No cometa esta locura
Del tipo que esta conmigo
Te quiero hablar

El es el que da la plata
Para que comas tu, y yo
Es el que paga la renta
Y hasta la luz
El me da zapato y ropa
Que tengo yo
Y oiga lo que Pablito le respondió:
Ay pobre señor!
Puede tener frio!
Tápalo, mi amor
Que le puede dar el frio

* Cariño y ponle mi gabán
Olvida los vecinos
Y el que digan

Ay pobre señor!
Puede tener frio!
Tápalo, mi amor
Que le puede dar el frio

Este señor va a ser mi amigo
Has una sopita sabrosa
Yo te lo pido

Ay pobre señor!
Puede tener frio!
Tápalo, mi amor
Que le puede dar el frio

¡Casos y cosas de casa!
Hoy son felices los dos
Con esa mulata

(Hablado)
Oye negra
Llévalo al cuarto
Y dile que se ponga
El gabán azul
Ya tu veras
Le queda lindo

Hay que celebrarlo
Saca la botella de champán
No hay problema
Que quieres comer...

The Story

Pablo was a poor man
But he lived a good life
He would get up at eleven
Have breakfast, lunch,
And dinner
With a farm, a car and a house
He enjoyed himself night and day
Money always came in heaps
Without knowing where it came from
A friend told him
Listen Pablito, pay attention
That your lady
When you go out
She's cheating on you with a man
Pablo started to think
Analyzing the situation
He told his wife one day
That he was going to New York
But it was all a lie
He returned home again
Everything was silent now
And he said to himself something strange is happening
* To his room and went * He said this is very strange
He opened the door
And this scene Pablo saw:
A man was there naked
Trembling with fear and cold
And Pablito confused
Pointed his gun at
Before shooting him
He asked his wife:
What's this guy doing in my room?
I want an explanation
Pablito his wife said
Don't do this madness
About the guy who is with me
I want to talk to you

He's the one who gives the money
So that you, and I can eat
He's the one who pays the rent
And even the electricity
He gives me shoes and clothes
That I have
And listen to what Pablito answered her:
Oh, poor sir!
You must be cold!
Cover him up, my love
He might catch a cold

* Honey and put my coat on him
Forget the neighbors
And what they might say

Oh, poor sir!
You must be cold!
Cover him up, my love
He might catch a cold

This gentleman will be my friend
Make a tasty soup
I beg you

Oh, poor sir!
You must be cold!
Cover him up, my love
He might catch a cold

Cases and things at home!
Today the two of them are happy
With that mulatto

(Spoken)
Hey, girl
Take him to the bedroom
And tell him to put on
The blue coat
You'll see
It looks cute on him

We have to celebrate
Get the champagne bottle out
No problem
What do you want to eat...