El Recuerdo - El Barrio

Y dice que a menudo

se le ve mirando un cuadro

que le cuelga en la pared

y dice que se levanta muy cansa

dice que el tiempo lo ha maltratado

que el sol da vida, a su pelito plateado

y dice que tiene ganas de recordar el pasado

que muchas veces hace soñar

amargo ahora con sus despertar

dice que apenas existen bajeras

que se prefiere america a las habichuelas

que no hay telera ni mantequita colora

dice que el hambre es boniato

el pelearte con un mes para unos zapatos

el acostarte y porque viene Baltasar amargo…

amargo con su despertar

recuerdos de gente pobre

y humildad que se pintaba con cal la casa

un caballo de cartón una muñeca de trapo

cambiar en el cole un boli por estampas

soñar despierto por un beso enamorado

dice que el sereno de la calle

no esta pendiente a quien entra o a quien sale

que ya, los vientos no secan la ropa moja

dice que se hacía en un lebrillo

unos pesquiños que comían los chiquillos

que al de los dulces le ha tocado el gordo de navidad

amargo.

amargo son sus despertar

recuerdo de tiempos pobres y humildad

hablo de un plato de sopa de tomate

de esas macetas de geranios con lunares

y el del almendro tampoco vuelve a casa por Navidad

ser el inocente de una broma

compra maiz, tener una foto con palomas

dejar fiado lo que no te llega

para comprar amargo… amargo son sus despertar…

recuerdo de tiempos pobres y humildad

recuerdo que te hacen soñar…

And he says that often

he is seen looking at a painting

that hangs on the wall

and says that she gets up very tired

he says that time has mistreated him

that the sun gives life, to his silver hair

and says that he wants to remember the past

that he often makes you dream

bitter now with his awakening

It says that there are hardly any bottoms

that america is preferred to beans

that there is no telera or colored butter

says that hunger is sweet potato

fighting with a month for some shoes

going to bed and because bitter Baltasar is coming…

bitter with his awakening

memories of poor people

and humility that painted the house with lime

a cardboard horse a rag doll

exchange a pen for stamps at school

daydream about a kiss in love

says that the night watchman of the street

It is not pending who enters or who leaves

that already, the winds do not dry the wet clothes

He says that it was made in a basin

some pesquiños that the children ate

that the sweets got the Christmas prize

bitter.

bitter are his awakening

memory of poor times and humility

I'm talking about a bowl of tomato soup

of those potted geraniums with polka dots

and the one with the almond tree doesn't come home for Christmas either

to be the innocent of a joke

buy corn, have a picture with pigeons

leave on credit what does not come to you

to buy bitter… bitter are the awakening of him…

memory of poor times and humility

I remember that they make you dream…