sin sombra que le ladre,
ese que pisa y pasa
sin rostro ni señales.
Pide una copa sólo,
de espaldas a la calle,
bebe su copa sólo,
inmóvil, demorándose.
Demorándose
Paga, piensa otro trago
sin gastar ni una frase
y luego se va sólo,
hacia la noche y nadie.
Ese tipo va herido,
y la muerte lo sabe.
"Vino Triste" by Washington "Canario" Luna (1938-2009), English translation below.
You can listen to the song performed by Canario Luna HERE.
English translation:
That man who enters the bar
without a shadow to bark at him
The one that threads and passes by
without face or any signal
He orders a drink
with his back towards the street
And drinks alone, motionless, taking it slow
Taking it slow
He pays, thinks of another drink
without spending a single sentence
and then he leaves alone
towards the night, and nobody
That guy is wounded
and Death knows it.
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