Pobre Bohemio

Has que suena la lira mi hermano

Make the lyre sound, my brother

Has que lloren las cuerdas sus quejas

Make the strings weep their complaints

Acompaña mi llanto paisano

Accompany my weeping, fellow countryman

Porque voy a contar de mis penas

Because I am going to tell of my sorrows

Este pobre bohemio que miran

This poor bohemian that they see

Trovador de cantina en cantina

Troubadour from bar to bar

Que con llanto te cuenta sus cuitas

Who with tears tells you his troubles

Que llorando te cuenta su vida

Who, crying, tells you his life

Muchas hembras tuve en mi camino

I had many women in my path

El dinero corrió por mis manos

Money flowed through my hands

Mas de pronto cambio mi destino

But suddenly my destiny changed

Y al momento me vi abandonado

And in an instant, I found myself abandoned

El dinero y las hembras no es nada

Money and women mean nothing

No me duele el haberlo perdido

I don't regret having lost them

Lo que si me lastima en el alma

What hurts my soul

Ver dejado mi pueblo querido

Is having left my beloved town

Una tarde lluviosa de junio

One rainy afternoon in June

A mi casa feliz regresaba

I happily returned home

A mis padres encontré en la tumba

I found my parents in the grave

Y ami novia la encontré casada

And my girlfriend, I found married

Comprendí que era falso en la vida

I realized that life is false

Con dinero se compra y se paga

With money, things are bought and paid for

Nunca tuve un cariño sincero

I never had a sincere love

Y por eso mi es amarga

And that's why my bitterness

Y por eso te digo paisano

And that's why I tell you, fellow countryman

Trovador de cantina en cantina

Troubadour from bar to bar

Así pienso pasarme los años

That's how I plan to spend the years

Y por coplas contar de vida

And through verses, tell about life