Paroles et traduction Carlos Gardel - Pobre Madrecita

Pobre Madrecita

Sentada en una silla, sola frente al champagne
Hay una milonguita de muy tierno mirar
Una perla en su cara se ve lenta rodar
Es la pobre mamita que llora a su nena que enfermita está

La tierna madrecita, desconsolada, llorando está
Porque recuerda que allá en su casita
La pobre nena la llamará y en el derroche de alegría
Siente como un reproche: "¡Mamá!" "¡Mamá!"

Pobre la madrecita, donde palpita tanto dolor
Tuvo que dejar sola a ese pedazo del corazón
Debe bailar el tango, brindar caricias, fingir amor
Nadie tiene por ella ni una palabra de compasión

Su linda nena rubia, de ojos azules de querubín
Está muy enfermita, da mucha pena verla sufrir
La tierna milonguita, que es madrecita, debe sentir
Y en el silencio ruega: "¡Oh, Virgen mía, se va a morir!"

Madrecita del alma, que así llorando estás
Tan silenciosamente mientras bebes champagne
No hay uno que comprenda tu íntimo dolor
Lo que pasa en tu alma, madrecita, sólo lo saben tú y Dios

Pobre Madrecita

Sitting alone in a chair, facing a glass of champagne,
There is a young woman from the slums with a very tender gaze,
A pearl is slowly rolling down her face,
She is the poor mother who is crying for her sick daughter.

The tender mother, heartbroken, is crying
Because she remembers that back in her little house
Her poor daughter will call out to her and, in the midst of her joyless laughter,
She feels like a reproach: "Mom!" "Mom!"

Poor mother, where so much pain pulsates,
You had to leave that piece of your heart alone.
You must dance the tango, give affection, pretend to love.
No one has a word of compassion for you.

Your beautiful blonde daughter, with blue eyes like a cherub,
Is very sick, it is very sad to see her suffer.
The tender young woman from the slums, who is a mother, must feel
And in the silence she prays: "Oh, my Virgin, she is going to die!"

Mother of my soul, who is crying so,
So silently while you drink champagne,
There is no one who understands your deep sorrow.
What is happening in your soul, my mother, only you and God know.