Lyrics of Blues de la Piedad - Pedro Aznar

Blues de la Piedad (original)

Ahora voy a cantar para los miserables
Que andan por la vida derrotados
Para esas semillas mal plantadas
Que ya nacen con cara de abortadas
Para esa gente de alma bien pequeña
Revolviendo pequeños problemas
Siempre queriendo lo que no pueden tener
Para quien ve la luz y no ilumina sus mini certezas
Vive contando dinero y no cambia cuando es luna llena
Para quien no sabe amar
Vive esperando a alguien que quepa en sus sueños
Como unas várices aumentando
Como insectos rondando la lámpara
Vamos a pedir piedad, Señor, piedad
Para esa gente careta y cobarde
Vamos a pedir piedad, Señor, piedad
Dales grandeza y un poco de coraje
Quiero cantar para la gente débil
Que está en el mundo perdiéndose el viaje
Quiero cantar los blues con pastor y con bombo en la plaza
Vamos a pedir piedad
Que hay un incendio y esta lluvia que no moja nada
Somos iguales en desgracia
Vení a cantar este blues de la piedad

(translation)

Now I'm going to sing for the miserable
Who walk through life defeated
For those poorly planted seeds
That are already born with the face of aborted
For those people with very small souls
Stirring up little problems
Always wanting what they can't have
For those who see the light and do not illuminate their mini-certainties
He lives by counting money and it doesn't change when it's a full moon
For those who do not know how to love
He lives waiting for someone who fits into his dreams
Like varicose veins increasing
Like insects around the lamp
Let's ask for mercy, Lord, mercy
For those careless and cowardly people
Let's ask for mercy, Lord, mercy
Give them greatness and a little courage
I want to sing for weak people
Who is in the world missing the trip
I want to sing the blues with a pastor and with a drum in the square
let's ask for mercy
That there is a fire and this rain that does not wet anything
We are the same in disgrace
Come sing this blues of mercy