Paroles et traduction Alberto Cortez - La vieja de la plaza (La Luna)

La vieja de la plaza (La Luna)

Quiso tener un hijo
Para llamarlo Luna,
Y encenderle los ojos
Desde la cuna,
Bajando las estrellas
De sus alturas,
Vistiendole con ella
Suma por una.

Aunque jamás lo dijo
Quiso tener un hijo
Para llamarlo Luna

Quiso tener un hijo
Para estrenarlo a tiempo,
Antes de que la vida
Le ponga precio
Le amarre la fortuna
Entre los dedos,
Como se amarra el alba
Con el lucero,

Aunque jamás lo dijo
Quiso tener un hijo
Para estrenarlo a tiempo.

Quiso tener un hijo
Y se marchó a buscarlo,
Revisó las galaxias
Astro por astro,
Su mente con la niebla
Se fué ocultado,
Pérdida en las tinieblas
Del desengaño

Aunque jamás lo dijo
Quiso tener un hijo
Y se marchó a buscarlo

Quiso tener un hijo
Pero no tiene nada
Más que un paisaje triste
En la mirada.
Y un mundo de muñecos
Sobre la cama,
Y el alma, como el cuarto
Desordenada,

Aunque jamás lo dijo
Quiso tener un hijo
Pero no tiene nada

Es esa pobre vieja
Que sentada en la plaza,
Ve jugar a los niños
Alucinada
Ella hubiera querido
Llamarlo Luna,
Con todas las estrellas
Sobre la cuna,

Aunque jamás lo dijo
Quiso tener un hijo
Para llamarlo Luna

Aunque jamás lo dijo
Quiso tener un hijo
Para llamarlo Luna.

The Old Woman in the Square (The Moon)

My woman, you wanted to have a child,
To call him Moon,
And light up his eyes
From the cradle,
Bringing down the stars
From their heights,
Clothing him with them
One at a time.

Although you never said it
You wanted to have a child
To call him Moon

You wanted to have a child
To show him off in time,
Before life
Could set a price for him
And bind his fortune
Within his fingers,
As the dawn is bound
With the morning star,

Although you never said it
You wanted to have a child
To show him off in time.

You wanted to have a child
And you went off to find him,
You checked out the galaxies
Star by star,
Your mind with the fog
Was hidden,
Lost in the darkness
Of disappointment

Although you never said it
You wanted to have a child
And you went off to find him

You wanted to have a child
But you have nothing
More than a sad landscape
In your eyes.
And a world of dolls
On the bed,
And your soul, like your room
In a mess,

Although you never said it
You wanted to have a child
But you have nothing

You are that poor old woman
Who sits in the square,
Watching the children play
In a dream
You would have liked
To have called him Moon,
With all the stars
Above the cradle,

Although you never said it
You wanted to have a child
To call him Moon

Although you never said it
You wanted to have a child
To call him Moon.