El recuerdo
Y dice que a menudo
se le ve mirando un cuadro
que le cuelga en la pared
y dice que se levanta muy cansa
dice que el tiempo lo ha maltratado
que el sol da vida, a su pelito plateado
y dice que tiene ganas de recordar el pasado
que muchas veces hace soñar
amargo ahora con sus despertar
dice que apenas existen bajeras
que se prefiere america a las habichuelas
que no hay telera ni mantequita colora
dice que el hambre es boniato
el pelearte con un mes para unos zapatos
el acostarte y porque viene Baltasar amargo...
amargo con su despertar
recuerdos de gente pobre
y humildad que se pintaba con cal la casa
un caballo de cartón una muñeca de trapo
cambiar en el cole un boli por estampas
soñar despierto por un beso enamorado
dice que el sereno de la calle
no esta pendiente a quien entra o a quien sale
que ya, los vientos no secan la ropa moja
dice que se hacía en un lebrillo
unos pesquiños que comían los chiquillos
que al de los dulces le ha tocado el gordo de navidad
amargo.. amargo son sus despertar
recuerdo de tiempos pobres y humildad
hablo de un plato de sopa de tomate
de esas macetas de geranios con lunares
y el del almendro tampoco vuelve a casa por Navidad
ser el inocente de una broma
compra maiz, tener una foto con palomas
dejar fiado lo que no te llega
para comprar amargo...amargo son sus despertar...
recuerdo de tiempos pobres y humildad
recuerdo que te hacen soñar...
The Memory
And he says that often
he is seen looking at a painting
hanging on the wall
and he says he gets up very tired
he says time has mistreated him
that the sun gives life to his silver hair
and he says he feels like remembering the past
that many times makes him dream
bitter now with his awakening
he says there are hardly any sheets
that he prefers America to beans
that there's no bread or colored butter
he says hunger is sweet potato
fighting with a month for a pair of shoes
going to bed and because Balthasar is coming bitter...
bitter with his awakening
memories of poor people
and humility painted with lime on the house
a cardboard horse, a rag doll
trading a pen for stickers at school
daydreaming for a lover's kiss
he says the night watchman on the street
doesn't care who comes in or goes out
that now, the winds don't dry the wet clothes
he says they used to make in a basin
some 'pesquiños' that the kids ate
that the one who got the Christmas lottery was the one with sweets
bitter.. bitter are his awakenings
memories of poor times and humility
he talks about a plate of tomato soup
about those geranium pots with polka dots
and the almond tree doesn't come home for Christmas either
being the innocent one in a joke
buying corn, having a photo with doves
leaving on credit what you can't afford
to buy bitter... bitter are his awakenings...
memories of poor times and humility
memories that make you dream...