Barrio pobre
Francisco García Jiménez
Poor Neighborhood
In this neighborhood that is a relic of the past,
On this street, so humble I had yesterday,
Behind that little window that they have closed,
The perfumed carnation of a love...
Those parties that were celebrated in your courtyards
some fortunate event of the place,
with my guitar among the circle they told me
and in tender verses I sang my song...
Neighborhood... of my most ardent dreams,
poor... like the clothes of your people.
For me, you kept all the richness
and sadness drizzled
when I said my last goodbye...
Neighborhood... poor neighborhood, I am with you!...
I sing to you again, old friend!
Forgive the disappointments of my song,
because since then, I cried so much,
that my voice has already broken...
On this street I went in pale dawns
with a firm step to the day of work;
cordial and simple was the round of my hours;
mother's love, girlfriend's love... always love!
On this street on a bleak and cold night
I left the good and pure world of yesterday,
I turned the corner without thinking about what I was losing,
I left without direction, never to return...
