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I used to hear this song on the radio all the time when i lived in Mexico about 8 years ago. At the time I couldn't decipher most of the lyrics, and didn't realize it's kind of a serious song.
I was trying to think of "drinking songs" for a dj friend's radio show, and I remembered this one, so i downloaded it, and looked up the lyrics. Been banging my head against the wall for the last hour or so trying to figure out those particular lines too. I think I did, and since I ran across this message board in the process I'll give my two cents here:
That line isn't "no te pienes en la cama" it's "no te penas en la cama" You can hear it pretty clearly in the song. I have a hunch it was simply misprinted in the various lyrics websites floating around the net which are not uncommonly inaccurate, and which are usually copied from other lyrics webpages (so that the mistakes become duplicated over and over)
"Penar" is to suffer, worry, fret. The words would make a lot more sense that way. It's a song about an alcoholic guy who knows he's seriously ****ed-up, and the woman who's in love with him knows the same. I think the lines are saying something like "Baby, don't worry, and cry in bed and lose sleep" (no te penas en la cama)" that the travelers " (ie he and she, metaphorically speaking ~ ie travelers together in life) "will be left behind " (que los viajantes se van a trasar)
I was in relationship for a couple years, in southern Mexico, with a macho Mexican guy, who had a serious drinking problem , and at times would become quite crazy and violent. Frankly, I used to do alot of crying in bed, and I can totally relate to the song. I used to tell him that was his song. I didn't realize at the time though, as i said, that it says what it does, and has serious meaning, since the only words I could decipher were "yo estoy aqui' , borracho y loco"
Haven't seen my ex in years. I came home for the hoidays, intending to go back to Mexico to be with him, and realized, within a week or two being back in the US, i couldn't and shouldn't live in fear for my safety (or my life), though I didn't stop loving or missing him. He waited for me for a year, surprizingly, then gave up, told me he had great memories, and was very sorry he had treated me "muy, muy feo"
Last edited by stregapez : 03-04-2006 at 08:38 PM.
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