Lyrics and translation Olimpo Cárdenas - Mocosita

Mocosita

Vencido, con el alma amargada, sin esperanzas, saciado de la vida,
Solloza en su bulín el pobre
Payador, sin hallar un consuelo a su dolor.
Colgada de un clavo, la guitarra...
En un rincón la tiene abandonada...
De sus amigos ya no le importa nada...
Tirado en la catrera no hace más que llorar.
En alguna ocasión sólo se escucha esta canción: "
Mocosita, no me dejés morir, volvé al cotorro, que no puedo vivir. ¡
Si supieras las veces que he soñado que de nuevo te tenía a mi lado!
Mocosita, no seas tan cruel, no me abandones...
Quiero verte otra vez...
Mocosita, no me dejes, que me mata poco a poco tu desdén."
Dormía tranquilo el conventillo,
Nada turbaba el silencio de la noche cuando se oyó
Sonar allá en la oscuridad el disparo de una bala fatal.
Corrieron ansiosos los vecinos que presentían el final de aquel drama
Y se encontraron, tirado en una cama,
En un charco de sangre, al pobre payador.
Pero, antes de morir, alguien le oyó cantar así: "
Mocosita, no me dejés morir, volvé al cotorro, que no puedo vivir. ¡
Si supieras las veces que he soñado que de nuevo te tenía a mi lado!
Mocosita, no seas tan cruel, no me abandones...
Quiero verte otra vez...
Mocosita, no me dejes, que me mata poco a poco tu desdén."

My Little Miss

Crushed, my soul filled with pain, without hope, tired of life,
In his little room, the poor poet sobs,
Unable to find any solace for his pain.
His guitar, hanging from a nail...
In a corner, it has been abandoned...
His friends no longer matter to him...
Lying on his bed, he does nothing but cry.
On some occasions, only this song is heard: "
My little miss, don't let me die, come back to the nest, I can't live without you.
If you only knew how many times I've dreamed that once again I had you by my side!
My little miss, don't be so cruel, don't abandon me...
I want to see you again...
My little miss, don't leave me, your disdain is killing me slowly."
The tenement slept peacefully,
Nothing disturbed the silence of the night when it was heard
There in the darkness, the sound of a fatal gunshot.
The neighbors, sensing the end of the drama, ran anxiously
And they found him lying on a bed,
In a pool of blood, the poor poet.
But before he died, someone heard him sing like this: "
My little miss, don't let me die, come back to the nest, I can't live without you.
If you only knew how many times I've dreamed that once again I had you by my side!
My little miss, don't be so cruel, don't abandon me...
I want to see you again...
My little miss, don't leave me, your disdain is killing me slowly."