El Pobre Juan
De cara pensativa, pero retando a la fría vida
Va muy temprano para luchar por el pan del día
Ve con indiferencia las imprudencias de mucha gente
Pero en su mente tiene presente solo a su familia
Ah, qué pobre Juan, ¿sus sueños locos a dónde irán?
¿En qué cantina se quedarán? Tirados con su cansado cuerpo
El pobre Juan con todos quiere quedar muy bien
Hace un favor sin mirar a quién, aunque su espíritu está casi muerto
Al regresar a casa, vuelve a pasar lo que siempre pasa
De prisa busca aquella sonrisa que ya lo espera
Vuelve a caer cansado, agradece a Dios que bien ha llegado
Solo la noche sabe los sueños de ese cualquiera
Ah, qué pobre Juan, ¿sus sueños locos a dónde irán?
¿En qué cantina se quedarán? Tirados con su cansado cuerpo
El pobre Juan con todos quiere quedar muy bien
Hace un favor sin mirar a quién, aunque su espíritu está casi muerto
Ah, qué pobre Juan, ¿sus sueños locos a dónde irán?
¿En qué cantina se quedarán? Tirados con su cansado cuerpo
El pobre Juan con todos quiere quedar muy bien
Hace un favor sin mirar a quién, aunque su espíritu está casi muerto
Ah, qué pobre Juan, ¿sus sueños locos a dónde irán?
¿En qué cantina se quedarán? Tirados con su cansado cuerpo
El pobre Juan con todos quiere quedar muy bien
Hace un favor sin mirar a quién, aunque su espíritu está casi muerto
Poor Juan
With a thoughtful face, but challenging the cold life
He wakes up early to fight for today’s bread
He watches indifferently the recklessness of many people
But in his mind, he only has his family in sight
Ah, poor Juan, where will his crazy dreams go?
In which bar will they stay? Lying down with his tired body
Poor Juan wants to get along with everyone
He does a favor without looking at who, even though his spirit is almost dead
When he returns home, the same thing happens again
He hurriedly looks for that smile that’s already waiting for him
He falls back, exhausted, thanks God he made it back
Only the night knows the dreams of that nobody
Ah, poor Juan, where will his crazy dreams go?
In which bar will they stay? Lying down with his tired body
Poor Juan wants to get along with everyone
He does a favor without looking at who, even though his spirit is almost dead
Ah, poor Juan, where will his crazy dreams go?
In which bar will they stay? Lying down with his tired body
Poor Juan wants to get along with everyone
He does a favor without looking at who, even though his spirit is almost dead
Ah, poor Juan, where will his crazy dreams go?
In which bar will they stay? Lying down with his tired body
Poor Juan wants to get along with everyone
He does a favor without looking at who, even though his spirit is almost dead
Escrita por: Marco Antonio Solís