Lyrics and translation Antonio Prieto - Martín Tenía Un Violín

Martín Tenía Un Violín

Martín tenía un violín,
Pero nunca lo tocaba,
Pues amaba a Raquel
Y a ella sola miraba.
Raquel era mujer cruel,
Y del pobre se burlaba,
Yo solo te he de amar,
Cuando sepas tocar.

A solas con su violín,
Practicaba y practicaba,
Pobrecito Martín,
Casi nada avanzaba,
Pero todo buen afán,
Tiene siempre recompensa
Y un buen día Martín,
Dominó a su violín.

Martín tocaba el violín
Y a la gente la encantaba
Y hasta un ángel bajo,
A escuchar su tonada,
Fue entonces cuando Raquel,
Comprendió cuanto lo amaba
Y le dijo a Martín,
Tuyo es mi corazón.

Pero Martín respondió,
De mi amor no queda nada,
Solo quiero al violín
Y a mi música amada
Y por eso murió la Raquel,
Al sentirse despreciada,
Es que el verdadero amor,
Mata la burla.

Martin Had a Violin

Martin had a violin,
But he never played it,
For he loved Raquel
And only gazed at her.
Raquel was a cruel woman,
And she made fun of the poor fellow,
I will only love you,
When you learn to play.

Alone with his violin,
He practiced and practiced,
Poor Martin,
He made almost no progress,
But every good effort,
Always has its reward
And one fine day Martin,
Mastered his violin.

Martin played the violin
And the people were enchanted
And even an angel came down,
To listen to his tune,
It was then that Raquel,
Understood how much she loved him
And she said to Martin,
You have my heart.

But Martin replied,
There is nothing left of my love,
I only love the violin
And my beloved music
And that's why Raquel died,
Feeling scorned,
For true love,
Kills mockery.