En La Barra
En la barra de vieja cantina
Hay un hombre tomando licor
Me pregunto si tiene una pena
O una desilusión con su amor
Le pregunto, la copa se empina
Y contesta aquel triste señor
Se piensa casar, que sea feliz
De veras, que sea dichosa
Se casa con él, destino tan cruel
Es mi amor, será su esposa
Y en la barra de vieja cantina
Hay un hombre muriendo de amor
En la torre de blanca capilla
Las campanas un día anunciarán
La alegría de un boda de pueblo
Las campanas una día doblarán
Cuando acabe aquel pobre diablo
Con su pena, sé que doblarán
Se piensa casar, que sea feliz
De veras, que sea dichosa
Se casa con él, destino tan cruel
Es mi amor, será su esposa
Y en la barra de vieja cantina
Hay un hombre muriendo de amor
At the Bar
At the bar of the old cantina
There is a man drinking liquor
I wonder if he has a sorrow
Or a disappointment with his love
I ask him, the glass rises
And that sad man answers
He is thinking of getting married, may he be happy
Truly, may she be happy
She marries him, such a cruel fate
She is my love, she will be his wife
And at the bar of the old cantina
There is a man dying of love
In the white chapel tower
The bells will one day announce
The joy of a village wedding
The bells will one day toll
When that poor devil is finished
With your pain, I know you will bend
He is thinking of getting married, may he be happy
Truly, may she be happy
She marries him, such a cruel fate
She is my love, she will be his wife
And at the bar of the old cantina
There is a man dying of love