Sala De Espera - Los Tigres Del Norte

En la sala de espera

De un tétrico hospital

Dos hombres aguardaban

Con ganas de llorar

Uno le dijo al otro

Le voy a platicar

Mi triste y cual historia

Vera no hay otra igual

Mi niña mas querida

Mi nena consentida

La que era el gran orgullo

De mi paternidad

Hoy es la gran vergüenza

De toda la familia

Será madre soltera

No lo puedo aceptar

Ya vio mi buen amigo

Que injusta es la vida

Me dio una mala hija

Que me hace sufrir

Pisoteó mi apellido

Por Dios que vergüenza

Que dirán mis amigos

Se van a reír

Y prosiguió aquel hombre

Contando su desdicha

Su suerte tan absurda

Su pena y su dolor

A ver mi buen amigo

Platíqueme de usted

Aunque no creo que sufra

Igual que sufro yo

Cuanto daría mi amigo

Por cambiarle mi dolor

Si usted supiera como

Estoy sufriendo yo

Hay muchos que se ahogan

En un vasito de agua

Usted va disculparme

Escuche por favor

Usted saldrá de aquí

Con un nieto en sus brazos

Y yo con un cadáver

En un ataúd

Mi hija ya no tiene

Remedio mi amigo

Abrace a la suya

Hoy que tiene salud

DICEN QUE EL SER HUMANO AVECES NECESITA SENTIR

LA FURIA DE UN CICLON

PARA QUE APRENDA A NO ASUSTARSE

CON LAS MÁS LEVES BRISAS DE LA VIDA

Y ES QUE LE DAMOS TANTA IMPORTANCIA

A COSAS QUE NO SE LO MERECEN

SE BENEVOLO CONTIGO MISMO

Y APRENDE A PERDONAR A LOS DEMAS

QUE AL FIN Y AL CABO SOMOS SERES HUMANOS

Y LOS HUMANOS SOMOS TAN SUSCEPTIBLES AL DOLOR

QUE A VECES NO ENTENDEMOS QUE EL MAS DURO

PESAR…

ES EL MAS TIERNO BESO DE DIOS

Usted saldrá de aquí

Con un nieto en sus brazos

Y yo con un cadáver

En un ataúd

Mi hija ya no tiene

Remedio mi amigo

Abrace a la suya

Hoy que tiene salud

En la sala de espera

De un tétrico hospital

Se hizo un silencio inmenso

Lúgubre y sepulcral

Un hombre dijo al otro

MI HIJA YA MURIO

Vaya y bese a su hija

Y al nieto que le dio

In the waiting room

From a gloomy hospital

two men waiting

wanting to cry

One told the other

I'm going to talk to him

My sad and what story

Vera there is no other like it

my dearest girl

my spoiled baby

The one who was the great pride

of my fatherhood

Today is the great shame

Of all the family

She will be a single mother

I can't accept it

She already saw my good friend

How unfair life is

She gave me a bad daughter

that makes me suffer

Stomped on my last name

oh my god what a shame

What will my friends say?

they are going to laugh

And that man continued

Counting your misfortune

His fate so absurd

His pity on him and his pain

let's see my good friend

tell me about yourself

Although I don't think I suffer

just like i suffer

How much would my friend

For changing my pain

if you knew how

I am suffering

There are many who drown

In a glass of water

you go excuse me

listen please

you will get out of here

With a grandson in his arms

And me with a corpse

in a coffin

My daughter no longer has

Remedy my friend

hug yours

today that she is healthy

THEY SAY THAT THE HUMAN BEING SOMETIMES NEEDS TO FEEL

THE FURY OF A CYCLONE

SO THAT YOU LEARN NOT TO BE SCARED

WITH THE LIGHTEST BREEZES OF LIFE

AND IT IS THAT WE GIVE IT SO MUCH IMPORTANCE

TO THINGS THAT DON'T DESERVE IT

BE KIND TO YOURSELF

AND LEARN TO FORGIVE OTHERS

THAT IN THE END WE ARE HUMAN BEINGS

AND HUMANS ARE SO SUSCEPTIBLE TO PAIN

THAT SOMETIMES WE DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT THE HARDEST

WEIGH…

IT IS THE MOST TENDER KISS OF GOD

you will get out of here

With a grandson in his arms

And me with a corpse

in a coffin

My daughter no longer has

Remedy my friend

hug yours

Today you are healthy

In the waiting room

From a gloomy hospital

There was an immense silence

gloomy and sepulchral

One man said to the other

MY DAUGHTER ALREADY DIED

Go and kiss your daughter

And the grandson who gave him