Lyrics of La Miel y las Abejas - Alberto Cortez

La Miel y las Abejas (original)

Dnde dormir esta noche ese pobre viejo,
El que vaga por la calle sin tener morada,
Con la suerte consumida, como su pellejo,
Con las manos abatidas, como su mirada.
Ese que nos pide asilo en cualquier acera
Repitiendo su estribillo por una moneda.
El que nos preocupa, slo de pasada,
El que nos acusa sin decirnos nada?
Dnde dormir?
Dnde dormir?
Quien no quiera saberlo
Que apague la luz
O entierre la testa
Como el avestruz
Y siga evitando tocar este tema
Y siga pensando, que no es su problema
Y afirme, tajante: «Es ms importante
La miel que las abejas».
Cmo dormir esta noche esa bienhechora;
La que se proclama «dama de beneficencia»,
Que decora su paisaje como gran seora,
Con insignes personajes, como «Su Eminencia»
Que organiza mascaradas entre la nobleza
En apoyo a sus cruzadas contra la pobreza,
La que sobre todo, es de la doctrina
De curarlo todo con una aspirina?
Cmo dormir?
Cmo dormir?.

(translation)

Where will that poor old man sleep tonight?
He who wanders the street without having a home,
With his luck consumed, like his skin,
Hands folded, like her look at him.
The one who asks us for asylum on any sidewalk
Repeating his refrain of him for a coin.
The one that worries us, only in passing,
The one who accuses us without telling us anything?
Where to sleep?
Where to sleep?
Who doesn't want to know
turn off the light
Or bury the testa
like the ostrich
And keep avoiding touching this topic
And keep thinking, it's not your problem
And he stated emphatically: «It is more important
The honey that the bees».
How to sleep tonight that benefactor;
The one who calls herself a "lady of charity",
That she decorates her landscape of her as a great lady,
With distinguished characters, such as "His Eminence of her"
That she organizes masquerades among the nobility
In support of her crusades against poverty,
The one that above all, is of the doctrine
Of curing it all with an aspirin?
How to sleep?
How to sleep?