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.
A que pobre juan
Sus sueños locos a donde irán
En que cantina se quedaran
Tirados con su cansado cuerpo.
El pobre juan
Con todos quiere quedar muy bien
Hace un favor sin mirar a quien
Aunque su espíritu esta 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
A que pobre juan
Sus sueños locos a donde irán..
Poor Juan
With a pensive face
But challenging the cold life
He goes very early
To fight for the day's bread.
He looks with indifference
At the recklessness of many people
But in his mind he keeps
Only his family in mind.
Oh poor Juan
Where will his crazy dreams go
In which bar will they stay
Thrown with his tired body.
Poor Juan
He wants to please everyone
Does a favor without looking at who
Even though his spirit is almost dead.
Upon returning home
It happens again, as it always does
Hastily he looks for that smile
That is already waiting for him.
He falls tired again
Thanks God that he has arrived safely
Only the night knows the dreams
Of that anyone
Oh poor Juan
Where will his crazy dreams go..
Escrita por: Marco Antonio Solís