Paroles et traduction Héctor Mauré - Corazon cobarde

Corazon cobarde

Corazón cobarde... Corazón que no quiere
Dicen las mujeres al verme pasar.
Corazón cobarde... Corazón que no quiere,
Que nunca en la vida ha sabido soñar.
Corazón cobarde... Pero ellas qué saben
Del enorme tormento que hay dentro de mí.
De este grito de angustia, que no brota y se muere
De los labios sellados, porque la perdí.

Mi alma está seca,
Cual cáliz vacío,
De tanto llorar.
Mi vida está llena
De ausencia y de frío
Y no lo sabrán.
Mas, si acaso una noche,
Oyera sus pasos
Saldría a gritar.
Porque tengo mi vida
Y mi alma en pedazos
Y los ojos ya secos
De tanto llorar.

Corazón cobarde... Corazón que no quiere,
Oyen mis oídos y debo callar.
Corazón cobarde... Y mi amor se muere
Con los brazos vacíos de tanto esperar.
Corazón cobarde... Pero ellas qué saben
Del enorme tormento que hay dentro de mí,
De este grito de angustia, que no brota y se muere,
De los labios sellados, porque la perdí.
Mi alma está seca,
Cual cáliz vacío,
De tanto llorar.
Mi vida está llena
De ausencia y de frío
Y no lo sabrán.
Mas, si acaso una noche,
Oyera sus pasos
Saldría a gritar.
Porque tengo mi vida
Y mi alma en pedazos
Y los ojos ya secos
De tanto llorar.

Cowardly Heart

Cowardly heart... Heart that doesn't want to love,
Women say when they see me pass by.
Cowardly heart... Heart that doesn't want to love,
That has never known how to dream in life.
Cowardly heart... But what do they know
Of the enormous torment that is inside me.
Of this cry of anguish, that doesn't come out and dies
From sealed lips, because I lost you.

My soul is dry,
Like an empty chalice,
From so much crying.
My life is full
Of absence and cold
And they won't know it.
But, if one night,
I hear your steps
I will come out to shout.
Because I have my life
And my soul in pieces
And eyes already dry
From so much crying.

Cowardly heart... Heart that doesn't want to love,
My ears hear them and I must be silent.
Cowardly heart... And my love is dying
With empty arms from so much waiting.
Cowardly heart... But what do they know
Of the enormous torment that is inside me.
Of this cry of anguish, that doesn't come out and dies,
From sealed lips, because I lost you.
My soul is dry,
Like an empty chalice,
From so much crying.
My life is full
Of absence and cold
And they won't know it.
But, if one night,
I hear your steps
I will come out to shout.
Because I have my life
And my soul in pieces
And eyes already dry
From so much crying.