El Derrotado
Que soy un derrotado
que voy por este mundo
causando sentimiento
al que le ve vivir.
Que sufro por tu ausencia
que lloro por tus besos
eso es lo que me han dicho
que cuentas t? mi.
Que vivo en las cantinas
que duermo donde quiera
total que soy un paria
que pronto vade morir.
Y yo que soy el mismo
que se arrullo en tus brazos
recibo tus noticias
y no se que decir.
¿Porque siempre la mujer
cuando deja de querer
nos desprecia y nos maldice
porque no sabe aguantar
si es que tuvo que llorar
porque diablos no lo dicen.?
Y a vez si yo no reniego
de todos tus insultos
lo que dijo el poeta
te voy a repetir.
Existen aves que cruzan el pantano
y no se manchan
y t?bes mujer
que mi plumaje es de esos.
¿Porque siempre la mujer
cuando deja de querer
nos desprecia y nos maldice
porque no sabe aguantar
y si es que tuvo que llorar
porque diablos no lo dice.?
Y a vez si yo no reniego
de todos tus insultos
lo que dijo el poeta
te voy a repetir.
Existen aves que cruzan el pantano
y no se manchan
y t?bes mujer
que mi plumaje es de esos.
The Loser
That I'm a loser
that I go through this world
causing feelings
to those who see you live.
That I suffer from your absence
that I cry for your kisses
that's what they've told me
that you tell everyone about me.
That I live in the bars
that I sleep wherever
in the end, I'm a outcast
who will soon die.
And I, who am the same
who was cradled in your arms
receive your news
and don't know what to say.
Why is it always the woman
when she stops loving
she despises and curses us
because she can't stand it
if she had to cry
why the hell doesn't she say it?
And even if I don't complain
about all your insults
what the poet said
I'm going to repeat to you.
There are birds that cross the swamp
and don't get dirty
and you, woman
my plumage is like those.
Why is it always the woman
when she stops loving
she despises and curses us
because she can't stand it
and if she had to cry
why the hell doesn't she say it?
And even if I don't complain
about all your insults
what the poet said
I'm going to repeat to you.
There are birds that cross the swamp
and don't get dirty
and you, woman
my plumage is like those.