Vicisitudes del pobre

A duras penas pudo nacer,
su madre oía esas voces invitándola a quedarse,
ella decidió irse.
A él solo le dijeron que ella estaba esperándolo en un lugar bonito,
Creció bajo la caridad de los vecinos,
hizo la escuela con los zapatos rotos
y oía esas voces,
siempre las oía: vendrán tiempos mejores.

Navegó entre múltiples oficios,
estuvo solo y así lo prefirió,
se bautizó en diferentes templos
y en todos, esos susurros seguían sus pasos.

Aunque se doblase la espalda y el sol hiciera fiesta en su carne,
los sueños le pesaban,
la alegría venía ebria y lo abrazaba,
le hacía creer que él no se enfermaba,
son pruebas de la vida,
designios divinos,
todos estamos endeudados con el pecado.

Tu madre debe estar orgullosa,
has podido levantarte solo.
Ya saldrás de esta, eres un muchacho bueno.
Yo los veía a todos esperando, solo esperando,
soñaban con ese lugar donde no faltaría nada.
Ahora oigo esas voces,
esos susurros prometiendo el paraíso,
ese lugar, donde a lo mejor no tendré nada,
pero seré feliz.

The vicissitudes of the poor

With difficulty, he was able to be born,
Her mother heard these voices inviting her to stay,
she decided to leave.
He was only told that she was waiting for him in a nice place,
He grew up under the charity of the neighbours,
He went to school with broken shoes
and he heard those voices,
He always heard them: better times will come.

He navigated between multiple trades,
He was alone and preferred it that way,
He was baptized in different temples
And in all of them, those whispers followed his steps.

Though his back was bent and the sun made a feast in his flesh,
dreams weighed him down,
joy came drunkenly and embraced him,
It made him believe that he didn't get sick,
These are the trials of life,
Divine designations,
we are all indebted to sin.

Your mother must be proud,
You've been able to stand up for yourself.
You'll get through this, you're a good boy.
I saw them all waiting, just waiting,
They were dreaming of that place where nothing would be lacking.
Now I hear those voices,
those whispers promising paradise,
that place, where maybe I'll have nothing,
but I'll be happy.