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The Operating Room

Sergio Vega

El Quirofano

En aquella esquina donde estaba siempre
En la obscura noche
Con la pena ardiente
Los hombres cruzaban todos en escala
Y hasta presumían que eran buenos clientes.

Ella sonreía con triste mirada
Y se retiraba en las madrugadas
Cuando ya tenia con que alimentarme
Al amanecer

Y los vecinos reían a carcajadas
Al ver su piel pintada un poco demacrada
Pero enclavada y aunque a capa y espada
Asiendo a lado todo me daba mucho amor

Pasaban los días pasaban los años
Y yo ya sabia que era un pecado
Y yo usaba fino calzado y camisa
Y mis pantalones bien arrejuntados

Pero no podía seguir por más tiempo
Porque aquellas noches me daban tormento
Y me daba pena que yo la encontrara
Vendiendo su amor

Y era mi madre por eso fui y soy medico
Pero grande es mi pena estaba muy enferma
Yen el quirófano donde siempre opero
Se me quedo dormida pidiéndome un beso

The Operating Room

In that corner where she always was
In the dark night
With burning sorrow
Men passed by in droves
And even boasted they were good customers.

She smiled with a sad look
And left in the early hours
When she had enough to feed me
At dawn

And the neighbors laughed heartily
Seeing her skin painted a little worn
But determined and even with all her might
Holding everything by my side gave me much love

Days passed, years passed
And I already knew it was a sin
And I wore fine shoes and a shirt
And my pants well put together

But I couldn't go on any longer
Because those nights tormented me
And I felt sorry that I found her
Selling her love

And she was my mother, that's why I became a doctor
But great is my sorrow, she was very ill
And in the operating room where I always operate
She fell asleep asking me for a kiss