Pobre Bohemio

Poor Bohemian

Pobre Bohemio

Strum the lyre, my brotherHas que suena la lira mi hermano
Make the strings cry out their complaintsHas que lloren las cuerdas sus quejas
Accompany my tears, countrymanAcompaña mi llanto paisano
Because I'm going to tell you about my sorrowsPorque voy a contar de mis penas

This poor bohemian they seeEste pobre bohemio que miran
Troubadour from bar to barTrovador de cantina en cantina
Who tells you his troubles with tearsQue con llanto te cuenta sus cuitas
Who tells you his life cryingQue llorando te cuenta su vida

Many women I had in my pathMuchas hembras tuve en mi camino
Money flowed through my handsEl dinero corrió por mis manos
But suddenly my fate changedMas de pronto cambio mi destino
And in an instant I found myself abandonedY al momento me vi abandonado

Money and women mean nothingEl dinero y las hembras no es nada
I don't hurt for having lost themNo me duele el haberlo perdido
What hurts my soulLo que si me lastima en el alma
Is seeing my beloved town left behindVer dejado mi pueblo querido

One rainy June afternoonUna tarde lluviosa de junio
I returned happily to my homeA mi casa feliz regresaba
I found my parents in the graveA mis padres encontré en la tumba
And my girlfriend I found marriedY ami novia la encontré casada

I understood that life is falseComprendí que era falso en la vida
With money you buy and payCon dinero se compra y se paga
I never had a sincere loveNunca tuve un cariño sincero
And that's why my soul is bitterY por eso mi es amarga

And that's why I tell you, countrymanY por eso te digo paisano
Troubadour from bar to barTrovador de cantina en cantina
That's how I plan to spend the yearsAsí pienso pasarme los años
And through verses tell about lifeY por coplas contar de vida