Paroles et traduction Leo Mattioli - El Secuestro

El Secuestro

A esos padres que perdieron el fruto del amor

La esperaban de la escuela, a eso de las seis
Se hicieron las nueve y ella sin aparecer
Salieron desesperados a buscar a su hija
Que ellos daban por seguro que no estaba perdida

Luego hubo una llamada diciéndoles
Dónde llevar el dinero para ver a su hija
Pasaron semanas y ella seguía secuestrada
Con los ojitos, manitos y pies ataditos

Yo les pregunto a toda esa gente si no tienen hijos, hermanos
Si pueden dormir por las noches tranquilos
Yo me pregunto, ¿por qué en este mundo
Puede haber tanta maldad, si nacimos para amar?
Eso lo ha dicho Dios, y eso está escrito

En la casa donde la niña vivía
Carteles, rosarios y flores la gente dejaba
A sus padres nadie les decían nada
Y, aunque esperaban lo peor, solo querían encontrarla

Y se preguntan ¿qué mal habrán hecho?
Eran buenos vecinos y fueron excelentes padres para pasar esto
Y solo esperan alguna noticia y empezar de nuevo otra vida
Pero se llevarán en su corazón el más triste recuerdo

Yo les pregunto a toda esa gente si no tienen hijos, hermanos
Si pueden dormir por las noches tranquilos
Yo me pregunto ¿por qué en este mundo
Puede haber tanta maldad?
Si nacimos para amar
Eso lo ha dicho Dios, y eso está escrito
Y eso está escrito

The Kidnapping

To those parents who lost the fruit of their love, my dear,

They waited for her from school, around six o'clock,
Nine o'clock came, and she didn't appear, my love.
They went out desperately searching for their daughter,
Whom they were sure wasn't lost, my darling.

Then there was a call telling them, sweetheart,
Where to take the money to see their daughter again.
Weeks passed, and she was still kidnapped, my love,
With her little eyes, hands, and feet tied up.

I ask all those people, my dear, if they don't have children, siblings,
If they can sleep peacefully at night, sweetheart.
I wonder, my love, why in this world
Can there be so much evil, if we were born to love?
God has said that, and it is written, my darling.

At the house where the girl lived, sweetheart,
Posters, rosaries, and flowers people left, my love.
Nobody told her parents anything, my dear,
And, although they expected the worst, they just wanted to find her.

And they wonder what wrong they could have done, my love.
They were good neighbors and excellent parents to go through this, sweetheart.
And they just wait for some news and to start a new life, my dear.
But they will carry in their hearts the saddest memory, my love.

I ask all those people, my dear, if they don't have children, siblings,
If they can sleep peacefully at night, sweetheart.
I wonder, my love, why in this world
Can there be so much evil?
If we were born to love, my darling,
God has said that, and it is written.
And it is written.