Paroles et traduction Chabuca Granda - El Puente de los Suspiros

El Puente de los Suspiros

Puentecito escondido entre follajes y entre añoranzas
Puentecito tendido sobre la herida de una quebrada
Retoña en pensamientos tus maderos
Se aferra el corazón a tu balaustres

Puentecito dormido y entre el murmullo de la querencia
Abrazado a recuerdos, barrancos y escalinatas
Puente de los suspiros, quiero que guardes
En tu grato silencio, mi confidencia

Es mi puente un poeta que me espera
Con su quieta madera, cada tarde
Y suspira y suspiro, me recibe y le dejo
Solo, sobre su herida, su quebrada

Y las viejas consejas van contando
De la injusta distancia del amante
Sus arrestos vencidos, vencidos por los Ficus
De enterradas raíces en su amada

Es mi puente un poeta que me espera
Con su quieta madera, cada tarde
Y suspira y suspiro, me recibe y le dejo
Solo, sobre su herida, su quebrada

Y las viejas consejas van contando
De la injusta distancia del amante
Sus arrestos vencidos, vencidos por los Ficus
De enterradas raíces en su amada

Puentecito dormido y entre el murmullo de la querencia
Abrazado a recuerdos, barrancos y escalinatas
Puente de los suspiros, quiero que guardes
En tu grato silencio, mi confidencia

The Bridge of Sighs

Small bridge hidden among foliage and memories
Small bridge stretched over the wound of a chasm
Your timbers sprout in thoughts
The heart clings to your balusters

Small bridge asleep and among the murmur of affection
Embraced by memories, precipices and staircases
Bridge of Sighs, I want you to keep
In your pleasing silence, my confidence

My bridge is a poet who waits for me
With its quiet wood, every afternoon
And it sighs and I sigh, it receives me and I leave it
Alone, on its wound, its chasm

And the old tales go on telling
Of the lover's unfair distance
His vanquished arrests, vanquished by the Ficus
Of buried roots in his beloved

My bridge is a poet who waits for me
With its quiet wood, every afternoon
And it sighs and I sigh, it receives me and I leave it
Alone, on its wound, its chasm

And the old tales go on telling
Of the lover's unfair distance
His vanquished arrests, vanquished by the Ficus
Of buried roots in his beloved

Small bridge asleep and among the murmur of affection
Embraced by memories, precipices and staircases
Bridge of Sighs, I want you to keep
In your pleasing silence, my confidence