La cumparsita · Alberto Castillo · 1955

Castellano

La cumparsa De miserias sin fin Desfila En torno de aquel ser Enfermo Que pronto ha de morir De pena. Por eso es que en su lecho Solloza acongojado Recordando el pasado Que lo hace padecer... Abandonó a su viejita Que quedó desamparada, Y loco de pasión Ciego de amor Corrió tras de su amada, Que era linda, era hechicera De lujuria era una flor, Que burló su querer Hasta que se cansó Y por otro lo dejó... Largo tiempo después Cayó al hogar materno, Para poder curar su enfermo Y herido corazón... Y supo Que su viejita santa, La que él había dejado El invierno pasado De frío se murió... Hoy ya solo, abandonado A lo triste de su suerte, Ansioso espera a la muerte Que bien pronto ha de llegar, Y entre la triste frialdad Que lenta invade el corazón, Sintió la cruda sensación De su maldad... Entre sombras Se le oye respirar Sufriente, Al que antes de morir Sonríe Porque una dulce paz Le llega... Sintió que desde el cielo Su madrecita buena, Mitigando sus penas Sus culpas perdonó...!

Inglés · traducción automática

The cumparsa Of endless miseries Parades Around that being Sick Who will soon die Of sorrow. That's why in his bed He sobs in sorrow Remembering the past That makes him suffer... He abandoned his old lady Who was left forsaken, And mad with passion Blind with love He ran after his beloved, Who was pretty, she was a sorceress Of lust she was a flower, That mocked his love Till he grew weary And for another she left him... Long after He fell to his mother's home, In order to heal her sick And wounded heart... And he knew That his holy old lady, The one he had left Last winter From the cold she died... Now alone, abandoned To the sadness of his fate, Anxiously awaits death Which is soon to come, And amidst the sad coldness That slowly invades his heart, He felt the raw sensation Of his evil... In the shadows You can hear him breathing Suffering, Who before dying Smiles Because a sweet peace Comes to him... He felt that from heaven His good little mother Mitigating his sorrows His faults she forgave...!