Pardao
Entre los charcos de la ultima lluvia
Y a una esquina no muy frecuentada
De una ciudad sucia y olvidada
Llega el cantor a empezar la jornada
Y de una funda hecha una ruina
Saca su amiga vieja y gastada
Afina un poco sus cuerdas cansadas
Mientras la gente pasa apresurada
Y nadie sabe como pasa su vida
Nadie se entera como su vida pasa
"Pardao" le llaman en la plaza
Porque aunque llueva el canta
Y no se marcha
Sin detenerse algunos lo miran
Y poco a poco otros se paran
Para escuchar su voz fatigada
Contar historias y viejas baladas
Por un momento las penas se olvidan
Y ahora es calle lo que era calzada
Pues Pardao con su vieja guitarra
Pone en sus vidas promesas olvidadas
Y nadie sabe como pasa su vida
Nadie se entera como su vida pasa
Pardao le llaman en la plaza
Porque aunque llueva el canta
Y no se marcha
Corre el tiempo y vuelven las prisas
Y poco a poco la gente se marcha
Solo Pardao en su acera mojada
Guarda sus cosas despacio con calma
Unas monedas en su gorra raída
Y en su bolsa una botella mediana
En sus días esperanzas quemadas
Y en sus noches pensiones baratas
Y nadie sabe como pasa su vida
Nadie se entera como su vida pasa
Pardao le llaman en la plaza
Porque aunque llueva el canta
Y no se marcha
Pardao
Mira que vida lleva
Su patria y su hogar es una acera
Pardao
Mira que vida pasa
El parque es su tierra, la calle su casa
Pardao
Mira que vida lleva
No tiene familia, no tiene bandera
Pardao
Mira que vida pasa
Su luz las estrellas, su cama la plaza
Forgotten
Among the puddles of the last rain
And on a not very frequented corner
Of a dirty and forgotten city
The singer arrives to start the day
And from a case turned into ruins
He takes out his old and worn friend
Tunes a bit his tired strings
While people pass by in a hurry
And no one knows how his life goes by
No one realizes how his life goes by
They call him 'Forgotten' in the square
Because even if it rains, he sings
And doesn't leave
Without stopping, some look at him
And little by little, others stop
To listen to his tired voice
Telling stories and old ballads
For a moment, sorrows are forgotten
And now the street becomes what was a road
Because 'Forgotten' with his old guitar
Brings forgotten promises into their lives
And no one knows how his life goes by
No one realizes how his life goes by
They call him 'Forgotten' in the square
Because even if it rains, he sings
And doesn't leave
Time passes and rush returns
And little by little, people leave
Only 'Forgotten' on his wet sidewalk
Slowly and calmly packs his things
Some coins in his worn cap
And in his bag, a medium bottle
In his days, burnt hopes
And in his nights, cheap pensions
And no one knows how his life goes by
No one realizes how his life goes by
They call him 'Forgotten' in the square
Because even if it rains, he sings
And doesn't leave
Forgotten
Look at the life he leads
His homeland and his home is a sidewalk
Forgotten
Look at the life passing by
The park is his land, the street his home
Forgotten
Look at the life he leads
He has no family, he has no flag
Forgotten
Look at the life passing by
His light the stars, his bed the square