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I Am Disillusioned

Orlando Contreras

Yo Estoy Desengañado

Desengañado de bares y cantinas,
de tanta hipocresía, de tanta falsedad,
de los amigos que dicen ser amigos,
de las mujeres que mienten al besar,
lo que es ser pobre, lo que es tener moneda,
esa experiencia allí se adquiere mucho más.

Alzo mi copa en triunfo a mi experiencia,
que no se aprende en escuela ni en hogar,
eso se aprende en la calle, en la cantina,
copa tras copa bajo el fondo musical,
de la victrola que te dice tantas cosas,
y de los labios que te mienten al besar.

Desengañado de bares y cantinas,
de tanta hipocresía, de tanta falsedad,
de los amigos que dicen ser amigos,
de las mujeres que mienten al besar,
lo que es ser pobre, lo que es tener moneda,
esa experiencia allí se adquiere mucho más.

Alzo mi copa en triunfo a mi experiencia,
que no se aprende en escuela ni en hogar,
eso se aprende en la calle, en la cantina,
copa tras copa bajo el fondo musical,
de la victrola que te dice tantas cosas,
y de los labios que te mienten al besar.

I Am Disillusioned

Disillusioned with bars and taverns,
with so much hypocrisy, with so much falsehood,
with friends who claim to be friends,
with women who lie when they kiss,
what it means to be poor, what it means to have money,
that experience is acquired much more there.

I raise my glass in triumph to my experience,
which is not learned in school or at home,
that is learned on the street, in the tavern,
glass after glass under the musical background,
from the record player that tells you so many things,
and from the lips that lie to you when kissing.

Disillusioned with bars and taverns,
with so much hypocrisy, with so much falsehood,
with friends who claim to be friends,
with women who lie when they kiss,
what it means to be poor, what it means to have money,
that experience is acquired much more there.

I raise my glass in triumph to my experience,
which is not learned in school or at home,
that is learned on the street, in the tavern,
glass after glass under the musical background,
from the record player that tells you so many things,
and from the lips that lie to you when kissing.

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