Paroles et traduction Julio Jaramillo - Mi Muchachita

Mi Muchachita

Vencido, con el alma amargada
Sin esperanzas, hastiado de la vida
Solloza en su sillón el pobre payador
Sin hallar consuelo a su dolor

Colgada de un clavo la guitarra
En un rincón la tiene abandonada
De su sonido ya no le importa nada
Tirado en una cama, no hace más que llorar

En alguna ocasión
Alguien le oyó esta canción

Mi muchachita, no me dejes morir
Vuelve, te ruego, que no puedo vivir
Si supieras las veces que he soñado
Que de nuevo te tenía a mi lado
Mi muchachita, no seas cruel
No me abandones, quiero verte otra vez
Mi muchachita, ¡ay, no me dejes!
Que me mata poco a poco tu desdén

Dormía tranquila la barriada
Nada turbaba el silencio de la noche
Cuando se oyó sonar, allá, en la oscuridad
El disparo de una bala fatal

Corrieron ansiosos los vecinos
Que presentían el final de aquel drama
Y lo encontraron tirado en una cama
En un charco de sangre al pobre payador

Pero antes de morir
Alguien le oyó cantar así

Mi muchachita, no me dejes morir
Vuelve, te ruego, que no puedo vivir
Si supieras las veces que he soñado
Que de nuevo te tenía a mi lado
Mi muchachita, no seas cruel
No me abandones, quiero verte otra vez
Mi muchachita, ¡ay, no me dejes!
Que me mata poco a poco tu desdén

My Little Girl

Defeated, with a bitter soul
Hopeless, tired of life
The poor folk singer sobs in his chair
Unable to find solace for his pain

The guitar hangs on a nail
Abandoned in a corner
He doesn't care about its sound anymore
Lying on a bed, all he does is cry

On some occasion
Someone heard him sing this song

My little girl, don't let me die
Come back, I beg you, I can't go on
If you knew how many times I've dreamed
That I had you by my side again
My little girl, don't be cruel
Don't abandon me, I want to see you again
My little girl, oh, don't leave me!
Your disdain is killing me slowly

The neighborhood slept peacefully
Nothing disturbed the silence of the night
When a sound was heard, there, in the darkness
The shot of a fatal bullet

The neighbors ran anxiously
Sensing the end of that drama
And they found him lying on a bed
The poor folk singer in a pool of blood

But before he died
Someone heard him sing like this

My little girl, don't let me die
Come back, I beg you, I can't go on
If you knew how many times I've dreamed
That I had you by my side again
My little girl, don't be cruel
Don't abandon me, I want to see you again
My little girl, oh, don't leave me!
Your disdain is killing me slowly