Paroles et traduction Carlos Gardel - Il Piccolo Navio

Il Piccolo Navio

"C'era una volta, un piccolo navio
Che non poteva, non poteva, navegar"
Así cantaba a golpes de martillo
Un fuerte obrero, sin dejar de suspirar
Y mientras trabajaba su semblante reflejaba
Que sufría el más profundo dolor
Pero es que a su pesar, no podía olvidar
A la mujer ingrata, que aún amaba
Tuvo amor, a una mujer
Y le dio su corazón
Y ella no supo corresponder
Como debía ser, a esa pasión
Frágil fue con él, la infiel
Como un barco de papel
Del viaje la infeliz
Lo abandonó, él cantaba así:
"C'era una volta, un piccolo navio
Che non poteva, non poteva, navegar"
Y pretendió salir al mar bravío
Desdeñando el dulce puerto del hogar
Y un buen día engañada, mar afuera
Por la corriente arrastrada, fue por otro timonel
Que pronto se cansó y a la pobre dejó
Perdida en medio de la marejada
En las aguas del placer
Ella quiso navegar
Y cual un barquito de papel
La pobre no tardó en naufragar
Y por eso, sin cesar
Él cantaba su dolor
Porque no podía olvidar
A la que fue su gran pasión

The Little Ship

"There was once, a little ship
That couldn't, couldn't, sail"
This is how he sang to the beat of his hammer
A strong worker, sighing constantly
And while he worked, his face reflected
That he was suffering the deepest pain
But despite himself, he couldn't forget
The ungrateful woman he still loved
He was in love, with a woman
And he gave her his heart
And she didn't know how to reciprocate
As she should have done, to that passion
She was fragile with him, the unfaithful one
Like a paper boat
From the trip the unfortunate one
She abandoned him, He sang like this:
"There was once, a little ship
That couldn't, couldn't, sail"
And he intended to go out to the wild sea
Scorning the sweet port of home
And one fine day, deceived, out to sea
Carried away by the current, she was taken by another helmsman
Who soon grew tired and left the poor thing
Lost in the middle of the surge
In the waters of pleasure
She wanted to sail
And like a little paper boat
The poor thing soon shipwrecked
And that's why, without ceasing
He sang his sorrow
Because he couldn't forget
The one who was his great passion