Pardao - Los Suaves

Entre los charcos de la última lluvia

Y a una esquina no muy frecuentada

De una ciudad sucia y olvidada

Llega el cantor a empezar la jornada

Y de una funda hecha una ruina

Saca a su amiga vieja y gastada

Afina un poco sus cuerdas cansadas

Mientras la gente pasa apresurada

Nadie sabe cómo pasa su vida

Nadie se entera cómo su vida pasa

Pardao le llaman en la plaza

Porque aunque llueva él canta

Y no se marcha

Sin detenerse algunos lo miran

Y poco a poco otros se paran

Para escuchar a su voz fatigada

Contar historias y viejas baldas

Por un momento las penas se olvidan

Y ahora es calle lo que era calzada

Pues pardao con su vieja guitarra

Pone en la vida promesas olvidadas

Y nadie sabe cómo pasa su vida

Nadie se entera cómo su vida pasa

Pardao le llaman en la plaza

Porque aunque llueva él canta

Y no se marcha

Corre el tiempo y vuelven las prisas

Y poco a poco la gente se marcha

Solo pardao en su acera mojada

Guarda sus cosas despacio con calma

Unas monedas en su gorra raída

En su bolsa una botella mediada

En sus días esperanzas quemadas

Y en sus noches pensiones baratas

Y nadie sabe cómo pasa su vida

Nadie se entera cómo su vida pasa

Pardao le llaman en la plaza

Porque aunque llueva él canta

Y no se marcha

Pardao, mira qué vida lleva

Su patria y su hogar es una acera

Pardao, mira qué vida pasa

El parque es su tierra, la calle su casa

Pardao, mira qué vida lleva

No tiene familia no tiene bandera

Pardao, mira qué vida pasa

Su luz las estrellas, su cama la plaza

Between the puddles of the last rain

And to a corner not very frequented

From a dirty and forgotten city

The singer arrives to start the day

And from a sheath made a ruin

Brings out her old worn out friend

He tunes his tired strings a little

As people rush by

Nobody knows how he spends his life

Nobody finds out how his life goes by

Pardao they call him in the square

because even if it rains he sings

and he does not leave

Without stopping some look at him

And little by little others stand

To listen to his weary voice

Tell stories and old shelves

For a moment the sorrows are forgotten

And now it is street what was road

Well, pardao with his old guitar

Puts into life forgotten promises

And nobody knows how he spends his life

No one finds out how his life passes

Pardao they call him in the square

because even if it rains he sings

and he does not leave

Time passes and the rush returns

And little by little the people leave

Just pardao on his wet sidewalk

Put your things away slowly

A few coins in his threadbare cap

In his bag he a half bottle

In his days hopes burned

And in their nights cheap pensions

And nobody knows how he spends his life

Nobody finds out how his life goes by

Pardao they call him in the square

because even if it rains he sings

and he does not leave

Pardao, he looks at what life he leads

His homeland and his home is a sidewalk

Pardao, look what life happens

The park is his land, the street his house

Pardao, look what a life he leads

He has no family, he has no flag

Pardao, look what life happens

His light the stars, his bed the square