Make that lyre my brother
make the cords cry their complaints
accompany my country song
because I'm going to tell you my sorrows
This poor bohemian who watch
canteen troubadour
that with tears he tells them his life
and crying he tells them his troubles
Many females I had on my way
and the money ran through my hands
today suddenly I change my destiny
and at the time I was abandoned
Money and females is nothing
it does not hurt to have lost them
what hurts me in the soul
see left my beloved town
In the village I left my parents
my girlfriend that I loved so much
to run I went around the world
without knowing what I expected
A rainy June afternoon
to my happy home I returned
I found my parents in the grave
and I found my girlfriend married
I understood that it was false in life
With money it is charged and paid
while I had a sincere affection
and that's why my life is bitter
And that's why I tell you my brother
canteen troubadour
so i think i spend my life
and with glasses tell you my life
Only among all we can make this a better place :)