Pablo Milanés — Al Buen Pedro song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Al Buen Pedro" by Pablo Milanés.
Lyrics
Dicen, buen pedro, que de mí murmuras
Porque tras mis orejas el cabello
En crespas ondas su caudal levanta
¡diles, bribón, que mientras tú en festines
En rubios caldos y en fragantes pomas
Entre mancebas del astuto norte
De tus esclavos el sudor sangriento
Torcido en oro descuidado bebes
Pensativo, febril, pálido, grave
Mi pan rebano en solitaria mesa
Pidiendo ¡oh triste! al aire sordo modo
De libertar de su infortunio al siervo
Y de tu infamia a ti!
Y en estos lances
Suéleme, pedro, en la apretada bolsa
Faltar la monedilla que reclama
Con sus húmedas manos el barbero
Lyrics translation
They say, good Peter, you murmur about me
Because behind my ears the hair
In frizzy waves its flow rises
tell them, rascal, that while you feast
In blond broths and in fragrant pomas
Among the young ladies of the cunning North
From your slaves the bloody sweat
Twisted in gold careless babies
Pensive, feverish, pale, severe
My slice bread on solo table
Asking Oh sad! in the air deaf mode
To deliver the servant from his misfortune
And from your infamy to you!
And in these throws
Let go of me, Peter, in the tight bag
Missing the coin you claim
With his wet hands the barber