To Beat The Devil – Letras bilingües Inglés/Español

• Por: Johnny Cash

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Era invierno en Nashville, en la calle de Music City

Buscaba un lugar para refugiarme del frío

Calentar ese vacío que carcomía mi alma

Y proteger mi guitarra y yo del viento helado

Mi sed pedía whisky y mi hambre, un plato simple

Pero hacía un mes que el dinero no cruzaba mi bolsillo

Con el estómago vacío y sueños por cumplir

Dejé mi orgullo y entré a un bar

O quizá era una taberna

Humo de cigarro en el aire, aserrín en el suelo

Sombras amigables

Solo había un viejo sentado junto a la barra

En el espejo vi que observaba mi guitarra y a mí

Se giró y dijo: "Acércate, muéstranos quién eres"

Dije: "Estoy seco." Me compró una cerveza

Señaló mi guitarra y murmuró

"La vida es dura, ¿eh?"

Lo miré fijo, y añadió

"No ganas dinero, ¿verdad?"

Respondí: "Me has leído el pensamiento"

Sonrió y dijo

"Dame esa guitarra

Tengo algo que debes escuchar"

Y me soltó una verdad

Si pierdes tiempo hablando con quien no te escucha

¿Quién crees que oirá tus palabras al final?

Y si mueres explicando que sus quejas tienen solución

¿Quién crees que se preocupará?

Hubo otros cantantes solos en un mundo sordo y ciego

Crucificados por mostrar la verdad

Sus voces se perdieron en el viento del tiempo

Porque nadie quiere saber la realidad

El viejo era un extraño, pero su canción ya la conocía

De cuando el fracaso me dejó fuera de la puerta

Cuando solo mi sombra en el suelo me seguía

Y la soledad era más que un estado de ánimo

El diablo acecha al hombre hambriento

Si no quieres unirte a él, tienes que vencerlo

No digo que lo derroté, pero bebí su cerveza gratis

Y le robé su canción

Y aún me oyes cantar para quienes no escuchan

Lo que digo, rogando que alguien oiga al final

Moriré explicando que sus quejas tienen solución

Esperando que a alguien le importe de verdad

Nací cantante solitario y así moriré

Pero debo alimentar el hambre en mi ser

Aunque nunca tenga un centavo, no moriré con vergüenza

Porque no creo que nadie quiera saber

...

[Inglés]

It was winter time in Nashville, down on music city row

And I was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the cold

To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul

And keep the chilly wind off me and my guitar

Well my thirsty wanted whisky and my hungry needed beans

But it'd been of month of paydays since I'd heard that eagle scream

So with a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreams

I left my pride and stepped inside a bar

Actually, I guess you'd could call it a Tavern

Cigarette smoke to the ceilin' and sawdust on the floor

Friendly shadows

Well I saw that there was just one old man that was sittin' at the bar

And in the mirror I could see him checkin' me and my guitar

An' he turned and said: "Come up here boy, and show us what you are"

I said: "I'm dry." He bought me a beer

Then he nodded at my guitar and he said

"It's a tough life, ain't it?"

I just looked at him, and he said

"You ain't makin' any money, are you?"

I said, "You've been readin' my mail"

He just smiled and said

"Let me see that guitar

I've got some you oughta hear"

Then he'd laid it on my ear

If you waste your time a-talkin' to the people who don't listen

To the things that you are sayin', who do you think's gonna hear

And if you should die explainin' how the things that they complain about

Are things they could be changin', who do you think's gonna care?

There were other lonely singers in a world turned deaf and blind

Who were crucified for what they tried to show

And their voices have been scattered by the swirlin' winds of time

'Cause the truth remains that no-one wants to know

Well, the old man was a stranger, but I'd heard his song before

Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door

When no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor

And lonesome was more than a state of mind

You see, the devil haunts a hungry man

And if you don't wanna join him, well, you got to beat him

I ain't sayin' I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing

And then I stole his song

And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen

To the things that I am sayin', prayin' someone's gonna hear

And I guess I'll die explainin' how the things that they complain about

Are things they could be changin', hopin' someone's gonna care

I was born a lonely singer, and I'm bound to die the same

But I've got to feed the hunger in my soul

And if I never have a nickle, I won't ever die ashamed

'Cause I don't believe that no-one wants to know

Vocabulario clave

Vocabulario	Significados
beat /biːt/ A2	verb - derrotar
devil /ˈdevəl/ B1	noun - diablo
hungry /ˈhʌŋɡri/ A1	adjective - hambriento
soul /soʊl/ B1	noun - alma
lonely /ˈloʊnli/ A2	adjective - solitario
singer /ˈsɪŋər/ A2	noun - cantante
blind /blaɪnd/ A2	adjective - ciego
truth /truːθ/ B1	noun - verdad
change /tʃeɪndʒ/ A2	verb - cambiar
shadow /ˈʃædoʊ/ A2	noun - sombra
failure /ˈfeɪljər/ B1	noun - fracaso
drink /drɪŋk/ A1	verb - beber
steal /stiːl/ A2	verb - robar
explain /ɪkˈspleɪn/ B1	verb - explicar
care /ker/ A1	verb - cuidar
ashamed /əˈʃeɪmd/ B1	adjective - avergonzado