Pobre Bohemio
Gerardo Reyes
Poor Bohemian
Make the lyre sound, my brother
Make the strings cry their complaints
Accompany my crying, countryman
Because I'm going to tell you about my sorrows
This poor bohemian you see
Troubadour from bar to bar
Who with tears tells you about his dates
Who crying tells you about his life
Many women I had on my way
Money flowed through my hands
but suddenly my destiny changed
And in a moment I found myself abandoned
Money and women mean nothing
I don't hurt for having lost them
What really hurts my soul
Is to see my beloved town abandoned
Uh, uh-uy!
In my town I left my parents
My girlfriend whom I adored so much
I ran away into the world
Without knowing what awaited me
One rainy June afternoon
I happily returned home
I found my parents in the grave
And I found my girlfriend married
I realized that life was false
With money you buy and pay
I never had a sincere affection
And that's why my life is bitter
And that's why I tell you, countryman
Troubadour from bar to bar
That's how I plan to spend the years
And over drinks tell them about my life
