Ana Gabriel
Miscellaneous
Poor Bohemian
Make that lyre sound my brother
make the strings cry their complaints
accompany my countryman song
because I'm going to tell you my sorrows
This poor bohemian that you see
troubadour from cantina to cantina
who with tears tells you his life
and crying tells you his troubles
Many females I had in my path
and the money ran through my hands
today suddenly my destiny changed
and at that moment I was abandoned
Money and women are nothing
it doesn't hurt me to have lost them
what does hurt my soul
seeing my beloved town left behind
In the town I left my parents
my girlfriend who loved me so much I loved to run
I went around the world
without knowing what awaited me
One rainy afternoon in June
I happily returned to my house
to my parents I found her in the grave
and I found my girlfriend married
I understood that life was false
with money you collect and pay
while I had sincere love
br/>and that is why my life is bitter
And that is why I call you my brother
troubadour from cantina to cantina
this is how I plan to spend my life
and with drinks I will tell you about my life
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