Paroles et traduction La Repandilla - Era en Abril

Era en Abril

Sabes hermano lo triste que estoy,
Se me ha hecho un duelo de trinos y sangre la voz.
Se me ha hecho pedazos
Mi sueño mejor,
Se ha muerto mi niño, mi niño, mi niño,
Mi niño, hermano.

No pudo llenarse la boca de voz,
Apenas vació el vientre de mi dulce amor.
Enorme y azul
La vida se le dio.
No pudo tomarla, no pudo tomarla,
De tan pequeño.

Yo le había hecho una blanca canción
Del amor entre una nube y un pez volador.
Lo soñé corriendo
Abrigado en sudor,
Las mejillas llenas, las mejillas llenas
De sol y dulzor.

Era en abril, el ritmo tibio
De mi chiquito que danzaba
Dentro del vientre,
Un prado en flor,
Y era su lecho el ombligo, el ombligo,
El ombligo, el sol.

No busques hermano el camino mejor,
Que ya tengo el alma muda de pedirle a Dios.
Qué hacemos ahora, mi dulzura y yo,
Con dos pechos llenos, con dos pechos llenos
De leche y dolor

Era en abril, el ritmo tibio
De mi chiquito que danzaba
Dentro del vientre,
Un prado en flor,
Y era su lecho el ombligo, el ombligo,
El ombligo, el sol.

Y estamos pensando, sería mejor,
El marchar los tres, el marchar los tres,
Que quedarnos... dos.

It Was in April

My dear, you know how sad I am,
My voice has become a song of sorrow and blood.
My heart has been shattered
My greatest dream,
My boy is dead, my boy, my boy,
My boy, my brother.

He could not fill his mouth with his voice,
He hardly had time to empty his stomach of my sweet love.
So great and blue,
Life was given to him.
He could not take it, he could not take it,
He was so small.

I had made him a gentle song
Of the love between a cloud and a flying fish.
I dreamed of him running,
Bathed in sweat,
His cheeks full, his cheeks full,
Of sun and sweetness.

It was in April, the warm rhythm
Of my little one dancing
In my womb,
A meadow in bloom,
And his bed was the navel, the navel,
The navel, the sun.

Don't look for the best path, my love,
For my soul is too weary to ask God for help.
What shall we do now, my love and I,
With two breasts full, with two breasts full
Of milk and pain?

It was in April, the warm rhythm
Of my little one dancing
In my womb,
A meadow in bloom,
And his bed was the navel, the navel,
The navel, the sun.

And we are thinking, it would be better,
If the three of us were to go,
Rather than stay... as two.