En la taberna a las tres
Después de intentarlo un rato
Pagó aquella conviá
Echó mano a su cartera
Y se le cayó un retrato
Bajo un sombrero de paja
Vi la cara de un muchacho
Que una carreta cargaba
Y lo tuve que mirar
Le di el retrato del suelo
Y me dijo sin pensar
Ese hombre del sombrero
Tiene la gloria ganá
Nunca quiso que le hablara
Con ella yo era feliz
Andaba en aquellos días
Loco y desenamorao
La novia que yo tenía
Se marchaba de mi lao
Cuando yo más la quería
Y por no decirle na
Lo dejé solo en la era
Con la cosa de ganá
Y con la misma moneda
Ahora me van a pagar
Hay cariños que se tienen
Hay cariños que se olvidan
Y yo no he encontrao a nadie
Que me quiera en ésta vía
Como me quiere mi pare
Hablaba con el espejo
De aquel vaso de cristal
Después la palabra ella
Se escapó de entre sus labios
Pidió otra media botella
Y la lumbre de un cigarro
Alumbró su borrachera
Y lo tuvo que contar
Fue mi nuera siete años
Yo la aprecio una jartá
Ella misma me ha contao
Que ya no está enamorá
Hay cariños que se tienen
Hay cariños del olvío
Qué pena del que no sabe
Hasta que no tiene un hijo
Lo que lo quiere su pare
Mañana cuando amanezca
No se lo que voy a hacer
Ayer dije esas palabras
Hoy me levanté temprano
Al ver vacía su cama
Tuve diecinueve años
Y una novia que volaba
¡Lo que tuvo que llorar…!
Por sentir lo que yo siento
Hoy lo tengo que abrazar
Ese hombre del sombrero
Tiene la gloria ganá
Hay cariños que se tienen
Hay cariños que se olvían
Y yo no he encontrao a nadie
Que me quiera en ésta vía
Como me quiere mi pare
At the Tavern at Three
After trying for a while
He paid for that round
He reached into his wallet
And a picture fell out
Under a straw hat
I saw the face of a young man
Carrying a cart
And I had to look at it
I handed him the picture from the floor
And he said without thinking
That man with the hat
Has earned glory
He never wanted me to talk to him
With her, I was happy
I was crazy and heartbroken
In those days
The girlfriend I had
Was leaving my side
When I loved her the most
And instead of telling her anything
I left him alone in the field
With the need to win
And with the same coin
Now they will pay me
There are loves that are held
There are loves that are forgotten
And I haven't found anyone
Who loves me on this path
Like my father loves me
He talked to the mirror
Of that crystal glass
Then the word she
Escaped from between her lips
She asked for another half bottle
And the light of a cigarette
Lit up her drunkenness
And she had to tell
She was my daughter-in-law for seven years
I appreciate her a lot
She herself has told me
That she is no longer in love
There are loves that are held
There are loves of oblivion
What a shame for those who don't know
Until they have a child
How much their father loves them
Tomorrow when I wake up
I don't know what I'm going to do
Yesterday I said those words
Today I woke up early
Seeing her bed empty
I was nineteen years old
And a girlfriend who flew away
What she had to cry for...!
To feel what I feel
Today I have to hug him
That man with the hat
Has earned glory
There are loves that are held
There are loves that are forgotten
And I haven't found anyone
Who loves me on this path
Like my father loves me