El Derrotado – Lyrics Meaning in English – Vicente Fernández
In “El Derrotado” (The Defeated) Vicente Fernández delivers a poignant exploration of personal defeat and emotional resilience. The song reflects on the pain of unrequited love and the judgments cast by others. Through powerful lyrics, Fernández conveys the struggle of being misunderstood and scorned while maintaining a sense of dignity. The song contrasts the singer’s perceived downfall with his inner strength, likening himself to a bird that remains untainted despite crossing a swamp. This classic piece captures the essence of enduring heartache and self-respect in the face of adversity.
Singer: Vicente Fernández
Que soy un derrotado
Que voy por este mundo
Causando sentimiento del que me ve vivir
Que sufro por tu ausencia
Que lloro por tus besos
Eso es lo que me han dicho
Que cuentas tu de mi
I am defeated
That I go through this world
Causing feelings in those who see me live
That I suffer from your absence
That I cry for your kisses,
That is what they have told me
What do you say about me?
Que vivo en las cantinas
Que duermo donde quiera
Total que soy un paria que pronto va morir
Y yo que soy el mismo
Que se arrullo en tus brazos
Recibo las noticias y no se que decir
They say I live in bars
That I sleep anywhere
That I’m a beggar soon to die
And I, who was the same
As the one who was cradled in your arms
Get these messages and don’t know the answer
Porque siempre la mujer
Cuando deja de querer nos desprecia y nos maldice
Porque no sabe aguantar
Y si tuvo que llorar, porque diablos no lo dice
Why is it that a woman
When she stops loving us, despises and curses us?
Why can’t she endure it?
And if she had to cry, why doesn’t she just say it?
Ya ves yo no reniego
De todos tus insultos
Lo que dijo el poeta te voy a repetir
Existen aves que cruzan el pantano y no se manchan
Y tu sabes mujer
Que mi plumaje es de esos
You see, I don’t reject
All your insults
What the poet said, I’ll repeat
There are birds that cross the swamp without getting dirty
And you know, woman
That my feathers are like those
Porque siempre la mujer
Cuando deja de querer nos desprecia y nos maldice
Porque no sabe aguantar
Y si tuvo que llorar, porque diablos no lo dice
Why is it that a woman
When she stops loving us, despises and curses us?
Why can’t she endure it?
And if she had to cry, why doesn’t she just say it?
Ya ves yo no reniego
De todos tus insultos
Lo que dijo el poeta te voy a repetir
Existen aves que cruzan el pantano y no se manchan
Y tu sabes mujer
Que mi plumaje es de esos
You see, I don’t reject
All your insults
What the poet said, I’ll repeat
There are birds that cross the swamp without getting dirty
And you know, woman
That my feathers are like those
