La Mississippi — El sabio song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El sabio" by La Mississippi.
Lyrics
Al final de la calle
hay un viejo que sabe de verdad
Se sienta por las tardes
Ve la vida pasar, los niños jugar
Los sábados siempre sale,
con su taco se va derecho al billar.
Al final de la calle,
hay un viejo que sabe de verdad
Todo el mundo habla siempre de él,
que es cortés y que se viste bien.
Al final de mi calle,
hay un viejo que sabe de verdad.
A la noche, antes de dormir,
me da consejos y me dice así…
Nunca bebas la botella que no viste abrir.
No enojes a un tipo manso, te vas a arrepentir.
La mujer de tu amigo, es un hombre más.
De nada sirve un consejo si no lo escuchas.
Las maduras suspiran por él,
y las niñas lo quieren conocer.
Al final de mi calle,
hay un viejo que sabe de verdad,
tuvo campos en el interior,
tuvo amores, pero los perdió.
Viejo sabio, dónde estás?
Viejo sabio, dónde estás?
Nadie sabe mucho quien es él
el misterio lo rodea bien.
Al final de mi calle,
vive el viejo más sabio del lugar,
A la noche antes de dormir
yo lo saludo y él me dice así.
Nunca bebas la botella que no viste abir.
No enojes a un tipo manso, te vas a arrepentir.
Cuando estés en la mala brindá con champagne.
La suerte juega a tres bandas como en el billar.
Así como un día apareció,
una noche nunca más volvió.
Al final de mi calle,
vive el viejo más sabio del lugar.
A la noche antes de dormir,
miro al cielo y le digo así:
Viejo sabio, dónde estás?
Lyrics translation
At the end of the street
there's an old man who really knows
Sits in the evenings
Watch life go by, kids play
On Saturdays it always comes out,
with his cue he goes straight to the pool table.
At the end of the street,
there's an old man who really knows
Everyone always talks about him,
that he's polite and that he dresses well.
At the end of my street,
there's an old man who really knows.
At night, before bedtime,
he gives me advice and tells me so…
Never drink the bottle you didn't see open.
Don't piss off a meek guy, you'll regret it.
Your friend's wife is one more man.
There's no point in advice if you don't listen to it.
The mature ones sigh for him,
and the girls want to meet him.
At the end of my street,
there's an old man who really knows,
had fields inside,
he had loves, but he lost them.
Wise old man, Where Are you?
Wise old man, Where Are you?
Nobody knows much who he is.
the mystery surrounds him well.
At the end of my street,
live the wisest old man in the place,
At night before bedtime
I greet him and he calls me that.
Never drink the bottle you didn't see abir.
Don't piss off a meek guy, you'll regret it.
When you're in the bad Champagne toast.
Luck plays three-way as in billiards.
Just as one day appeared,
one night he never came back.
At the end of my street,
there lives the wisest old man in the place.
At night before bedtime,
I look up at the sky and say so:
Wise old man, Where Are you?