Ana Gabriel — Pobre Bohemio song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pobre Bohemio" by Ana Gabriel.
Lyrics
Haz que suene esa lira mi hermano
haz que lloren las cuerdas sus quejas
acompaa mi canto paisano
porque voy a contarles mis penas
Este pobre bohemio que miran
trovador de cantina en cantina
que con llanto les cuenta su vida
y llorando les cuenta sus cuitas
Muchas hembras tuve en mi camino
y el dinero corrio por mis manos
hoy de pronto cambio mi destino
y al momento qued abandonado
El dinero y las hembras no es nada
no me duele el haberlos perdido
lo que si me lastima en el alma
ver dejado mi pueblo querido
En el pueblo dej yo a mis padres
a mi novia que tanto adoraba
a correr yo me fu por el mundo
sin saber lo que a mi me esperaba
Una tarde lluviosa de junio
a mi casa feliz regresaba
a mis padres encontr en la tumba
y ami novia la encontr casada
Comprend que era falso en la vida
con dinero se cobra y se paga
mientras tuve un cario sincero
y por eso mi vida es amarga
Y por eso te digo mi hermano
trovador de cantina en cantina
as pienso pasarme la vida
y con copas contarles mi vida
Lyrics translation
Make that lyre sound my brother
make the ropes cry their grievances
accompany my song paisano
because I'm going to tell you my sorrows
This poor bohemian they look at
canteen Troubadour in canteen
that with tears he tells them his life
and crying he tells them his little things
Many females I had on my way
and the money ran through my hands
today I suddenly change my destiny
and at the moment you are abandoned
Money and females is nothing
it doesn't hurt me to have lost them.
what if it hurts my soul
see left my beloved people
In the village I leave my parents
my girlfriend I loved so much
to run I went around the world
without knowing what I expected
A rainy June afternoon
to my happy home I was returning
my parents found in the grave
and my girlfriend found her married
Understand that it was false in life
with money you charge and pay
while I had a heartfelt caries
and that's why my life is bitter
And that's why I call you my brother
canteen Troubadour in canteen
as I plan to spend my life
and with glasses tell them my life