Don Fermin

Don Fermin

Don Fermin

When the books that do not yet existCuando los libros que todavia no existen
Tell the story of this cornerCuenten la historia de este rincón
They will forget, I know, about Don FerminVan a olvidarse ya lo se de Don Fermin
That's why now I remember him betterPor eso ahora mejor lo recuerdo yo
The one who on Fridays would raid his cellarEl que los viernes asaltaba su bodega
Light his favorite pipeEncendia su pipa favorita
And pay for the visit of a young girlY se pagaba la visita de una pebeta
Who could be his granddaughter... but she wasn'tQue podia ser su nieta...pero no era

Old bastard they would sayViejo de mierda decian
The old hags when they saw himlas viejas de mierda cuando lo veian
Leaving the house dressed up for a partysalir a la puerta vestido de fiesta
Without having anywhere to gosin tener a donde ir
And Don Fermin would laugh and sometimes pretend to chase themY Don Fermin se reia y a veces fingia que las perseguia
And the old hags would run into his house without wanting to leaveY las viejas entraban corriendo a su casa sin quererse ir

When they demolish the house where he livedCuando derrumben la casa en que vivia
And put some trendy place in its placeY pongan alguna pijeria al paso
They will forget, I know, about Don FerminVan a olvidarse ya lo se de Don Fermin
Because progress doesn't sing about failuresPorque el progreso no le canta a los fracasos
In those times when women became widowsEn esos tiempos que enviudaban las mujeres
He became a widower in the hospital of hellsEl enviudo en el hospital de los infiernos
And he went without speaking to anyone for so many monthsY estuvo sin hablar con nadie tantos meses
That even he believed he was deadQue hasta el tipo se creyo que estaba muerto

Old bastard they would sayViejo de mierda decian
The old hags when they saw himlas viejas de mierda cuando lo veian
Leaving the house dressed up for a partysalir a la puerta vestido de fiesta
Without having anywhere to gosin tener a donde ir
And Don Fermin would laugh and sometimes pretend to chase themY Don Fermin se reia y a veces fingia que las perseguia
And the old hags would run into his house without wanting to leaveY las viejas entraban corriendo a su casa sin quererse ir

When they trample on the memoryCuando se pasen por las bolas la memoria
As revenge for so many vacant lotsComo revancha tanta cancha de baldio
Sowing history to gain land from the riverSembrando historia por ganarle tierra al rio
It will be as if we had never livedSera como si nunca hubiesemos vivido
That's why I write this song for a great friendPor eso escribo esta cancion a un amigazo
Who is as if he were writing it to meQue es igual que si el me la escribiera a mi
To annoy them with a flopPara romperles las pelotas con un fiasco
When the future becomes championCuando le salga campeon el porvenir

Old bastard they would sayViejo de mierda decian
The old hags when he diedlas viejas de mierda cuando se moria
On the same sidewalk where he used to chase themen la misma vereda que las perseguia
Now who will laugh...ahora quien se va a reir...
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From dying so much, necking the facede tanto morir cogoteando la cara
Against the sadness that dwells in the mass and doesn't let you sleep...contra la tristeza que habita en la misa y no deja dormir...