La Canción del Borracho

I am a drunkard, a pariah, a lost one
I am unfortunate since I was born
My father, my mother, my best friend
Have abandoned me because I am like this

I have no friends to give me advice
I have no one to share
My hours and anguishes, my old grudges
Everyone who looks at me tends to repeat

He is a drunkard, a pariah, a lost one
A bird without direction, a sky without sun
A sea without sand, a world extinguished
Because he is a drunkard, he doesn't live better
But the drink eases my crying
My sorrows and anguishes go away because of it

Let people say that I am a drunkard
I care very little, they will get tired
Let people say that I am a drunkard
I care very little, they will get tired