Paroles et traduction La Sonora Matancera - Una Cancion

Una Cancion

La copa de alcol hasta al final y en el final tu niebla bodegon.
Voy hondo fatal ven!
Vuelve la acordion, con un vapor de Tango que hace mal.
A ver mujer repite tu cancion con esa voz gangoza de metal!
Que tiene olor de ron tu bata de
Percal y tiene gusto a mi en tu corazon.
Una cancion, que me mata la tristeza que me duerme, que me aturda.
Tiene el frio de esta mesa vos y yo,
Los dos en turda, los dos en turda.
Y la pena sensiblera que me da la borrachera yo te pido carinito.
Que me cantes como antes despacito, despacito tu cancion una vez mas.
La dura desventura de los dos nos llegue al mismo rumbo siempre igual.
Y es loco vendaval el viento de tu
Voz que me sirbe la tortura de final.
A ver mujer un poco mas de ron y cierrate la bata de percal!
Que vi tu corazon desnudo en el
Cristal temblando al escuchar esa cancion.
Una cancion, que me mata la tristeza que me duerme, que me aturda.
Tiene el frio de esta mesa vos y yo,
Los dos en turda, los dos en turda.
Y en la pena sensiblera que me da la borrachera yo te pido carinito.
Que me cantes como antes despacito, despacito tu cancion una vez mas!

A Song (Una Cancion)

I'll down the entire cup and settle into the cellar's mist at the very end.
So come on, I'm hopelessly headed down.
The accordion returns, with a whiff of Tango that does harm.
Listen, woman, sing your tune again in that metallic, nasally voice!
Your calico dressing gown reeks of rum,
And your heart fancies me.
A song that kills my sadness, lulls me to sleep, and stuns me.
It's as icy as this table, you and me,
Dazed and confused, both of us.
And the sensitive pain that tipsiness brings—honey, I beg of you—
Sing to me like you used to, softly, ever so softly, that song one more time.
Our tough luck will lead us both down the same path—it’s always the same.
And the wind of your
Voice is a wild gale that tortures me.
Now, woman, a little more rum, and button up that calico gown!
For I saw your heart bared in the
Crystal goblet trembling as that song played.
A song that kills my sadness, lulls me to sleep, and stuns me.
It’s as icy as this table, you and me,
Dazed and confused, both of us.
And in the sensitive pain that tipsiness brings—honey, I beg of you—
Sing to me like you used to, softly, ever so softly, that song one more time.