El Derrotado - Vicente Fernández перевод на английский

El Derrotado

Que soy un derrotado
Que voy por este mundo
Causando sentimiento del que me ve vivir
Que sufro por tu ausencia
Que lloro por tus besos
Eso es lo que me han dicho
Que cuentas tu de mi

Que vivo en las cantinas
Que duermo donde quiera
Total que soy un paria que pronto va morir
Y yo que soy el mismo
Que se arrullo en tus brazos
Recibo las noticias y no se que decir

Porque siempre la mujer
Cuando deja de querer nos desprecia y nos maldice
Porque no sabe aguantar
Y si tuvo que llorar, porque diablos no lo dice

Ya ves yo no reniego
De todos tus insultos
Lo que dijo el poeta te voy a repetir
Existen aves que cruzan el pantano y no se manchan
Y tu sabes mujer
Que mi plumaje es de esos

Porque siempre la mujer
Cuando deja de querer nos desprecia y nos maldice
Porque no sabe aguantar
Y si tuvo que llorar, porque diablos no lo dice

Ya ves yo no reniego
De todos tus insultos
Lo que dijo el poeta te voy a repetir
Existen aves que cruzan el pantano y no se manchan
Y tu sabes mujer
Que mi plumaje es de esos

The Defeated One

That I'm a defeated man
That I wander through this world
Causing pity in those who see me live
That I suffer from your absence
That I cry for your kisses
That's what they've told me
What do you say about me, woman?

That I live in cantinas
That I sleep anywhere
In short, that I'm an outcast who will soon die
And me, being the same man
Who was cradled in your arms
I receive the news and I don't know what to say

Because a woman always
When she stops loving, scorns and curses us
Because she doesn't know how to endure
And if she had to cry, why the hell doesn't she say so?

You see, I don't deny
Any of your insults
What the poet said, I'll repeat to you
There are birds that cross the swamp and don't get stained
And you know, woman
That my plumage is like that

Because a woman always
When she stops loving, scorns and curses us
Because she doesn't know how to endure
And if she had to cry, why the hell doesn't she say so?

You see, I don't deny
Any of your insults
What the poet said, I'll repeat to you
There are birds that cross the swamp and don't get stained
And you know, woman
That my plumage is like that