Pobre Bohemio

Make that lyre sound, my brother
make the strings cry their complaints
accompany my countryman song
because I'm going to tell them my sorrows

This poor bohemian they see
troubadour from bar to bar
who with tears tells them his life
and crying tells them his troubles

Many women I had on my way
and money ran through my hands
today suddenly my destiny changed
and instantly I was abandoned

Money and women mean nothing
I don't regret having lost them
what hurts my soul
is seeing my beloved town left behind

In the town I left my parents
my girlfriend whom I adored so much
I ran away to travel the world
without knowing what awaited me

One rainy June afternoon
I happily returned home
I found my parents in the grave
and my girlfriend I found married

I understood that life is false
with money you pay and get paid
while I had a sincere affection
and that's why my life is bitter

And that's why I tell you, my brother
troubadour from bar to bar
that's how I plan to spend my life
and with drinks tell them my life