Edmundo Rivero — En la via song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "En la via" by Edmundo Rivero.
Lyrics
A ver, che, mocito, traeme cigarros
Y ensille una copa de caña, otra vez
Que yo no me sumo con esos otarios
Que toman de bronca, llorando después
Yo tomo el ricino sin pena ni agravio
Que al fin a un disgusto lo mata un placer
Pa' qué andar con vueltas, si es largo el rosario
Cortao al despecho por una mujer
Y si llegase a añorarla
Porque al final, la he querido
No he de arrumbarme, abatido
En un rincón del café
Ni he de sacar un pañuelo
Para llevarlo a mis ojos
Ni lagrimear como un flojo
Porque en la vía quedé
Se fue. Mala suerte. Paciencia y pan criollo
Qué tanto merengue por una mujer
Si aquel que se arruga pidiendo socorro
No es hombre ni tiene vergüenza con él
Qué adiós, bulincito. Qué adiós, aliviada
El paco 'e valerios, todo a ganador
Paciencia, compadre. No escupa la estrada
De vuelta al convento, no pase calor
Y si llegase a añorarla
Porque al final, la he querido
No he de arrumbarme, abatido
En un rincón del café
Ni he de sacar un pañuelo
Para llevarlo a mis ojos
Ni lagrimear como un flojo
Porque en la vía quedé
Lyrics translation
Let's see, Che, little boy, bring me cigars
And enslave a glass of cane, again
That I don't mess with those suckers
They get angry, crying afterwards
I take the castor without pain or injury
That at last a disgust kills him a pleasure
Pa ' what to walk with turns, if it is long the rosary
Cut to spite by a woman
And if I ever miss her
Because in the end, I loved her
I don't have to fall down, you dejected one.
In a corner of the cafe
I don't even have to take out a handkerchief.
To bring it to my eyes
Nor tear like a slob
Because on the track I stayed
He's gone. Bad luck. Patience and Creole bread
What a meringue for a woman
If the one who wrinkles asking for help
He is not a man, nor is he ashamed of himself.
Good-bye, dickhead. Good-bye, relieved.
The paco ' e valerios, all to the winner
Patience, compadre. Don't spit the road
Back to the convent, do not pass heat
And if I ever miss her
Because in the end, I loved her
I don't have to fall down, you dejected one.
In a corner of the cafe
I don't even have to take out a handkerchief.
To bring it to my eyes
Nor tear like a slob
Because on the track I stayed