Paroles et traduction Chavela Vargas - El Puente de los Suspiros - Remastered

El Puente de los Suspiros - Remastered

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 tus balaustres
Puentecito dormido
Y entre murmullos
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 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 murmullos
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 - Remastered

Hidden little bridge
Among foliage and feelings of longing
Outstretched little bridge
Over the wound
Of a gorge
Your timbers sprout
In thoughts
The heart clings
To your balusters
Sleepy little bridge
And between murmurs
Of affection
Embraced by memories
Ravines and steps
Bridge of sighs
I want you to keep
In your pleasant silence
My secret
My bridge is a poet
Who waits for me
With its still timber
Every afternoon
And it sighs and I sigh
It welcomes me and I leave it
Alone on its wound
Its gorge
And the old tales
Keep recounting
Of the unfair distance
Of the lover
His defeated efforts
Defeated by the ficus trees
Of buried roots
In his beloved
My bridge is a poet
Who waits for me
With its still timber
Every afternoon
And it sighs and I sigh
It welcomes me and I leave it
Alone on its wound
Its gorge
And the old tales
Keep recounting
Of the unfair distance
Of the lover
His defeated efforts
Defeated by the ficus trees
Of buried roots
In his beloved
Sleepy little bridge
And between whispers
Of affection
Embraced by memories
Ravines and steps
Bridge of sighs
I want you to keep
In your pleasant silence
My secret