Translation of the song lyrics El Recuerdo - El Barrio

El Recuerdo (original)

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…

(translation)

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…