Mi refugio

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Ya se acabó de la farra el dulce encanto con que embriagué mi juventud, aquellas locas correrías ya se acabaron para nunca más volver. No soy aquel mocito alegre que todo a risa lo tomó, pues voy rumbeando a ser de papacito a comprar nenes y a ser un “buen señor”. Supe, brindar con idolatría, con cariño y alegría las ansias de mi querer. Siempre, fui noble y fui generoso, y en mi dorada bohemia junto al placer vienen los sinsabores, junto al dolor yo supe de alegrías y ahora que soy un canto bien rodado busco el calor del amoroso hogar. Lindo refugio de mis amores, rodeado de hermosas flores adonde vibra un querer. Siempre, yo he de buscar en tu amparo pa’ mi vejez el reparo, pa’l dolor el dulce lenitivo de tu fragante aroma de azucena, donde está el alma bella, blanca y buena de esa mujer que es pura como el sol. Y ahora que soy un mozo grande y serio que visto smoking y jaquet que todos me dicen “don Fulano” me causa espanto, pensar lo que fui ayer... Ya voy rumbeando para viejo y hay que sujetar el motor, para vivir la vida noble y sana de mi refugio, que es mi sueño de amor.

English · machine translation

The sweet enchantment with which I inebriated my youth with which I inebriated my youth, those madcap escapades are over, never to return. I'm not that cheerful little boy who took everything for a laugh, because I'm on my way to be a daddy. to buy babies and to be a "good gentleman". I knew, to toast with idolatry, with affection and joy the yearnings of my love. I was always, I was noble and I was generous, and in my golden bohemia along with pleasure came sorrows, next to pain I knew joys and now that I am a well-rounded song I seek the warmth of a loving home. Nice refuge of my loves, surrounded by beautiful flowers where a love vibrates. Always, I will seek in your shelter for my old age the repair, for the pain the sweet soothing of your fragrant lily scent, where is the beautiful, white and good soul of that woman who is pure as the sun. And now that I am a big and serious young man who wears a tuxedo and a jaquet that everyone calls me "Don Fulano" it frightens me to think what I was yesterday... I'm getting older and you have to hold the engine to live the noble and healthy life of my refuge, which is my dream of love.