Letras de I Pity The Poor Immigrant - Gene Clark

I Pity The Poor Immigrant (original)

I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would’ve stayed home,
Who uses all his power to do evil
But in the end is always left so alone.
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with ev’ry breath,
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death.
I pity the poor immigrant
Whose strength is spent in vain,
Whose heaven is like Ironsides,
Whose tears are like rain,
Who eats but is not satisfied,
Who hears but does not see,
Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on me.
I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud,
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with blood,
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass.
I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass.

(traducción)

Me da pena el pobre inmigrante
¿Quién desea haberse quedado en casa,
Quien usa todo su poder para hacer el mal
Pero al final siempre se queda tan solo.
Ese hombre al que con los dedos engaña
y quien miente con cada respiración,
Quien odia apasionadamente su vida
Y así mismo, teme su muerte.
Me da pena el pobre inmigrante
cuya fuerza se gasta en vano,
cuyo cielo es como Ironsides,
cuyas lágrimas son como la lluvia,
el que come y no se sacia,
Quien oye pero no ve,
Quien se enamora de la riqueza misma
Y me da la espalda.
Me da pena el pobre inmigrante
Quien pisotea el lodo,
Quien se llena la boca de risa
y el que edifica su pueblo con sangre,
Cuyas visiones en el final final
Debe romperse como el cristal.
Me da pena el pobre inmigrante
Cuando su alegría llega a pasar.