El Pobre Juan

With a pensive face
But challenging the cold life
He goes very early
To fight for the day's bread.

He looks with indifference
At the recklessness of many people
But in his mind he keeps
Only his family in mind.

Oh poor Juan
Where will his crazy dreams go
In which bar will they stay
Thrown with his tired body.

Poor Juan
He wants to please everyone
Does a favor without looking at who
Even though his spirit is almost dead.

Upon returning home
It happens again, as it always does
Hastily he looks for that smile
That is already waiting for him.

He falls tired again
Thanks God that he has arrived safely
Only the night knows the dreams
Of that anyone

Oh poor Juan
Where will his crazy dreams go..