Al Puente de los Suspiros - Chavela Vargas traduction en anglais

Al Puente de los Suspiros

Puentecito escondido
Entre follajes y entre añoranzas
Puentecito tendido
Sobre la herida
De una quebrada
Retoñan pensamientos
Tus maderos
Se aferran corazon
A tus balaustres
Puentecito dormido
Y entre murmullos
En 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 raices
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 raices
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

At the Bridge of Sighs

Hidden little bridge
Amidst the foliage and the yearnings
Bridge extended
Over the wound
Of a ravine
Thoughts bloom on
Your timbers
They cling to your heart
To your balustrades
Sleeping little bridge
And amidst the murmurs
In the love
Embraced by memories
Ravines and steps
Bridge of Sighs
I want you to keep
In your pleasant silence
My confidence
My bridge is a poet
Who awaits me
With his quiet wood
Every afternoon
And he sighs and I sigh
He receives me and I leave him
Alone on his wound
His ravine
And the old tales
Go on telling
Of the unjust distance
The lover
His defeated attempts
Defeated by the ficus trees
Of buried roots
In his beloved
My bridge is a poet
Who awaits me
With his quiet wood
Every afternoon
And he sighs and I sigh
He receives me and I leave him
Alone on his wound
His ravine
And the old tales
Go on telling
Of the unjust distance
The lover
His defeated attempts
Defeated by the ficus trees
Of buried roots
In his beloved
Sleeping little bridge
And amidst the murmuring
Of love
Embraced by memories
Ravines and steps
Bridge of Sighs
I want you to keep
In your pleasant silence
My confidence