Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pobre Jugador! , by - Los Suaves. Release date: 31.12.1994
Song language: Spanish
Pobre Jugador!(original) |
| Se enciende el sol, termino la partida |
| Sale a la calle harto de jugar |
| Todo perdido entre humo y bebidas |
| Y una semana para pagar |
| Sin dinero ya ves que no hay viaje |
| No hay amigos, sombra ni sol |
| Señalado por la muerte |
| Un fantasma con su nombre |
| Del cielo bajó |
| ¡pobre jugador! |
| Regresa a casa la encuentra vacía |
| Te ha dejado, esta vez es verdad |
| Carta, palabras de despedida |
| De una mujer no te puedes fiar |
| Hay goteras sobre su cama |
| Y una losa en su corazón |
| En los brazos de la suerte |
| Quiso pasar su vida |
| Y por eso apostó |
| ¡pobre jugador! |
| Como un sueño han pasado los días |
| Deudas de juego hay que pagar |
| Nada le queda y van por su vida |
| Armas de fuego rondan la ciudad |
| Y por eso se matan los hombres |
| Y por eso andan a matar |
| Como piedra en su caida |
| Asi fue su vida, hacia abajo |
| Sin poder parar |
| ¡pobre jugador! |
| ¿Qué hace Dios sentado, ahí |
| Arriba? |
| Haciendo trampas al barajar |
| Las buenas cartas fueron repartidas |
| Y él ha perdido antes de jugar |
| Sin dinero ya se que no hay viaje |
| No hay amigos, ni sombra ni sol |
| Señalado por la muerte |
| Un fantasma con su nombre |
| Del cielo bajó |
| ¡pobre jugador! |
| (translation) |
| The sun comes on, the game is over |
| He goes out tired of playing |
| All lost in smoke and drinks |
| And a week to pay |
| Without money you see that there is no trip |
| There are no friends, shadow or sun |
| marked for death |
| A ghost with his name |
| came down from heaven |
| poor player! |
| He returns home to find it empty |
| She has left you, this time it's true |
| Letter, parting words |
| You can't trust a woman |
| There are leaks above your bed |
| And a slab on her heart |
| In the arms of luck |
| He wanted to spend his life |
| And that's why she bet |
| poor player! |
| Like a dream the days have passed |
| Gambling debts must be paid |
| Nothing fits him and they go for his life |
| Guns roam the town |
| And that's why men kill themselves |
| And that's why they go to kill |
| Like a stone in its fall |
| That's how his life was, down |
| without being able to stop |
| poor player! |
| What is God doing sitting there |
| Up? |
| cheating at shuffling |
| The good cards were dealt |
| And he has lost before playing |
| Without money I know that there is no trip |
| There are no friends, neither shadow nor sun |
| marked for death |
| A ghost with his name |
| came down from heaven |
| poor player! |