Pobre Bohemio

Strum the lyre, my brother
Make the strings cry out their complaints
Accompany my tears, countryman
Because I'm going to tell you about my sorrows

This poor bohemian they see
Troubadour from bar to bar
Who tells you his troubles with tears
Who tells you his life crying

Many women I had in my path
Money flowed through my hands
But suddenly my fate changed
And in an instant I found myself abandoned

Money and women mean nothing
I don't hurt for having lost them
What hurts my soul
Is seeing my beloved town left behind

One rainy June afternoon
I returned happily to my home
I found my parents in the grave
And my girlfriend I found married

I understood that life is false
With money you buy and pay
I never had a sincere love
And that's why my soul 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 through verses tell about life