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    Pero qué hermosas eran → English translation

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But, how beautiful they were!

My first woman was a harpy,
but boy, how to cook gazpacho
damn, she knew
She was called...let's say Sofia.
A bad day she put my suitcases
at the statue's feet, of a poet,
who is immortalized in his roundabout.
 
After, don't be amazed,
put in her name,
my townhouse,
my visa, my past,
her hurry and her future,
leaving me around without a dime.
The straw that broke,
ladies and gentlemen
her love's back,
was the cholesterol.
Sick, after two heart attacks
of getting close to the third...
to the systole and to the diastole of my heart
I put a pacemaker,
that was delayed
interfering
on the TV frequency.
 
Since I lost her
to this day, poor me,
increasingly drunker,
I roll from counter to counter:
boss, Do you have gazpacho?
But...how beautiful she was
when she was going by the street with me arm in arm,
Haven't you looked at me?,
asking that bombshell to love me
Don't you think it was
asking her too much?
 
My second woman was a witch,
and me, so idiot that I kissed
the floor she stepped.
She was called...let's say Maruja.
That day I returned from work sooner,
and in my bed, under an idiot,
a naked lady was doing it to him.
 
And I who had
never been in an orgy,
taking my boots off,
I said to myself: "this is mine"/"this is my chance",
and it clearly was,
It was Maruja, the one of stiletto heels.
"Between that idiot and I,
like Jupiter thundering,
you choose" I said,
What did she answer?, Is that what you are asking?
without hesitating,
"I'm going with the idiot".
And you guys did think that I was the idiot.
Well not, that whore
was going and "coming",
wearing her boots/taking advantage of,
with the least idiot of us both.
 
Do you know what?
that idiot and I
became friends,
the day that Maruja left us...for another idiot.
But...how beautiful they were...
my second woman and the first,
Haven't you looked at me?,
asking them on top of that to love me
Don't you think it was
asking too much?
 
My third woman was, gentlemen
of all the loves I've lost
the one that hurted me the most.
Did you guess it? Her was called Dolores. 2
But, on my birthday, my sweetheart
told me: "Even though you're mean, Joaquinito,
I have "for free" a little gift for you"
 
With her holy unconsciousness
she declared she was expecting,
and I, who had sworn
to die without offspring,
like my father died,
to the future mother, dismayed:
"There are pains that kill!"
I yelled ached
"And haven't you thought
that your husband
would have preferred
another tie?"
It was a girl, a poshy girl, not even a boy!
Finally, when she was twenty,
a stranger took her,
and I did not lose a daughter,
I gained a bathroom. Pardon me!
 
Sofia seasoned me,
Maruja adorned me,
the only thing missing
was to taking painless birth classes... and with Dolores.
But...how beautiful they were, the three of them
and especially the third one,
Haven't you looked at me?,
asking them on top of that to love me
Don't you think it was
asking too much?
 
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Pero qué hermosas eran

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