Lyrics of Pardao - Los Suaves

Pardao (original)

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

(translation)

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