Paroles et traduction José Feliciano - Un poco tarde

Un poco tarde

Aquel dia que dejaste,
Un papel sobre la mesa,
4 lineas que decian: perdoname si me voy,
Quise ir detras tus pasos,
Con el ansia de vengarme para gritarte mis desprecios,
Como una mujer cobarde,
Y a los perros arrojarle tu maldito corazon...

Quise ir detras tus huellas,
Pero algo me detuvo,
Era un niño que lloraba,
Preguntandome por ti,
No conforme como pude,
Lo estreche entre mis brazos,
Despues de llamarte mucho,
Se durmio en mi regazo
Y mi pelo fue pañuelo que seco su lagrimon...

Desde entonces nuestro hijo,
Se olvido de que existias,
Yo le dije que su madre para el cielo se volo,
Desde entonces tu retrato,
Siempre tiene muchas flores,
No le falta una plegaria que el te reza por las noches,
Y si alguno a ti te nombre el le dice: se murio...

5 años no es un dia, has llegado un poco tarde,
Es inutil que pretendas,
Otra vez aqui volver,
8 ahos tiene el nene y ese 5 que te reza,
El me dice que te ocultas,
Bajo el brillo de una estrella,
Te das cuenta tu si has muerto, pra mi y para el...

Si quieres que te perdone, por el danho que me has hecho,
Te juro que no te guardo,
Ni un poquito de rencor,
Si necesitas cualquier cosa,
Aqui esta mi mano abierta,
Todo, todo te lo ofrezco,
Menos cruzar esa puerta,
Y tendras un lugarcito en mi noble corazon...

Pero antes que te vayas,
Voy a llamar a el niño,
Que el vea que en tus ojos,
Ni una lagrima se ve,
Dile que tu fuiste amiga,
De su madre y es por eso que quieres mirarlo cerca,
Y estrecharle un fuerte beso, y no vuelvas nunca nunca,
Para su mal o su bien,
Y no vuelvas nunca nunca,
Para su mal o su bien...

A Little Late

That day you left,
A note on the table,
4 lines that said: forgive me if I go,
I wanted to go after your footsteps,
With the desire to get revenge to shout my contempt,
Like a cowardly woman,
And throw your cursed heart to the dogs...

I wanted to go after your tracks,
But something stopped me,
It was a crying child,
Asking me about you,
As best as I could,
I held him in my arms,
After calling you a lot,
He fell asleep in my lap
And my hair was a handkerchief that dried his tears...

Since then our son,
He forgot you existed,
I told him that his mother flew to heaven,
Since then your portrait,
Always has many flowers,
It doesn't lack a prayer that he prays for you every night,
And if anyone mentions you, he says: she died...

5 years is not a day, you've arrived a little late,
It's useless for you to pretend,
To come back here again,
The little boy is 8 years old, and that 5-year-old prays for you,
He tells me that you're hiding,
Under the glow of a star,
Realize for yourself if you've died, for me and for him...

If you want me to forgive you, for the wrong you've done to me,
I swear to you that I don't hold,
A tiny bit of resentment,
If you need anything,
Here is my open hand,
All, all I offer you,
Except to cross that door,
And you'll have a little place in my noble heart...

But before you go,
I'm going to call the child,
Let him see in your eyes,
Not a single tear can be seen,
Tell him that you were a friend,
Of his mother and that's why you want to see him up close,
And give him a tight kiss, and never come back, never, never,
For his good or his bad,
And never come back, never, never,
For his good or his bad...