Muleta de Borracho

I have a stone in my shoe and it bothers me
I have a stone that won't let me walk
People pass by, they don't even greet me
They even push me and laugh as they pass by.

I walk through the darkest streets of this neighborhood
I walk through the streets with no soul around
I'm falling from my trembling body
I'm falling without anywhere to fall.

The life of a drinker is like this
Never anyone to talk to
Always alone and sad, dirty and thin
Dirty and thin in the hallway