Me da Pena Confesarlo
Nace el hombre en este mundo
Remanchao por el destino
Y prosigue su camino muy confiado del rigor
Sin pensar que la inclemencia de la vida sin amor
Va enredando su existencia en vientos del dolor
Pero llega que un momento se da cuenta de su suerte
Y se amarga hasta la muerte sin tener ya salvacion
Pues comprende que la vida fue tan solo un metejon
Al perder la fe querida de su pobre corazón
Me da pena confesarlo
Pero es triste que canejo
El venirse tan abajo
Derrotao y para viejo
No es de hombres lamentarse
Pero al ver como me alejo
Sin poderlo remediar yo lloro sin querer
Llorar
Si no fuera que el recuerdo de mi madre tan querida
Me acorrale en esta vida con sentida devocion
No era yo quien aguantaba esta triste situacion
Y el que así te contenplaba sin abrirme el corazón
Pero hay cosas compañero que ninguno las comprende
Uno a veces se defiende del dolor para vivir
Como aquel que haciendo alarde del coraje y del sufrir
No se mata de cobarde por temor de no morir
Me da pena confesarlo
Pero es triste que canejo
El venirse tan abajo
Derrotao y para viejo
No es de hombres lamentarse
Pero al ver como me alejo
Sin poderlo remediar yo lloro sin querer
Llorar
I'm Sorry to Admit It
Man is born into this world
Re-stained by fate
And he continues on his way very confident of the rigor
Without thinking that the inclemency of life without love
He is entangling his existence in winds of pain
But there comes a moment when he realizes his fate
And he becomes bitter even to death without having salvation
Well, understand that life was just a rush
Losing the dear faith of his poor heart
I am ashamed to confess it
But it's sad that canejo
Coming down so low
Defeated and old
It is not manly to complain
But seeing how I walk away
Without being able to help it, I cry without wanting to
Cry
If it weren't for the memory of my beloved mother
I cornered myself in this life with heartfelt devotion
It was not me who could bear this sad situation
And he who contemplated you like this without opening his heart to me
But there are things, my friend, that no one understands
Sometimes one defends oneself from pain in order to live
Like someone who flaunts courage and suffering
One does not kill oneself as a coward for fear of not dying
I am ashamed to confess it
But it's sad that canejo
Coming down so low
Defeated and old
It is not manly to complain
But seeing how I walk away
Without being able to help it, I cry without wanting to
Cry