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The Orphan

Grupo Montez De Durango

El Huerfano

Un preso canto una tarde
una muy triste cancion
ay si mis padres vivieran
no estuviera aqui en prision

Ya por mi hubieran hablado
me darian su bendicion
para el huerfano no hay sol
todos quieren ser el padre

Primos, parientes, y hermanos
se averguensan de mi sangre
Y a cada paso que doy son recuerdos de mi madre

Cuando yo me emborrachaba
mi madre me iba a buscar

Donde quiera que me hayaba
triste se ponia a llorar
y si algo me pasaba
ella me iba a consolar

Recuerdo que mi decia
cuando me salia a pasear

Hijo de la vida mia
no te vayas a tardar
porque temo que algun dia no me vayas a encontrar

Pobrecita de mi madre
con que lastima murio
dormidita se quedo en el sueno mas profundo

Pero desgraciado yo
que quede solo en el mundo

Al llorar mi soledad
cerca de su sepultura
ay dios mio ten piedad
mira mi triste amargura

Estas lagimas que lloro
no las lloro por cobarde
las lloro porque me acuerdo
los recuerdos de mi madre

Del cielo cayo una flor
que en el viento deshoje
para todos mis amigos
el huerfano les cante

The Orphan

A prisoner sang one afternoon
a very sad song
oh if my parents were alive
I wouldn't be here in prison

They would have spoken up for me
they would give me their blessing
for the orphan there is no sun
everyone wants to be the father

Cousins, relatives, and brothers
are ashamed of my blood
And every step I take are memories of my mother

When I got drunk
my mother would come looking for me

Wherever I was
she would sadly start to cry
and if something happened to me
she would come to console me

I remember she would say
every time I went out for a walk

My dear son
don't take too long
because I fear that one day you won't find me

Poor thing, my mother
how pitifully she died
she peacefully fell into the deepest sleep

But unfortunate me
left alone in the world

As I cry in my solitude
near her grave
oh my god have mercy
look at my sad bitterness

These tears I shed
I don't shed them out of cowardice
I shed them because I remember
the memories of my mother

From the sky fell a flower
that the wind scattered
for all my friends
the orphan sings

Escrita por: Domingo Chavez Perez