Bien Bohemio

I'm in the pampas and the track,
Like a violin in the endeavor,
Wrapped in my sadness
Because I have a heart.
Always missing luck,
Erring like a suitcase,
Like a dog on the field of bowls
Luck makes me dribble,
Because I'm for everyone
Just one more among the crowd.

Because I care little
About the advantage that gold gives.
I'm a friend of those who have
A sorrow and a pain.
I despise fools
I don't covet wealth,
And as long as through the glass
Of the window in my room
I can look at a star
I ask God for nothing more.

I have dined many nights
With a verse from Carriego,
With ten bucks in my pocket
I even knew how to smile.
In the line of the living
They won't see me.
I know well that I'm a bohemian
I have a lot of money in dreams
That's how I am... what am I going to do?

(Recited)
I could reach the sky,
But in exchange for that height
I had to sell my soul
And crush my dignity.
Always walking on my knees,
Not thinking about decency
Forgetting the catechism,
Setting aside my conscience,
And you see, I preferred
To continue with mate and bread.

Because I don't measure a friend
By the bills they have,
And I never wanted to get close
Where the sun shines the most.
If in the fool's bed
The clever one takes a nap,
And if the fool is called
The one who respects everything,
I'll be a fool to those clever ones
Who have no heart.