Paroles et traduction Lidia Borda - Fruta Amarga

Fruta Amarga

Corazón,
En aquella noche larga,
Maduró la fruta amarga,
De esta enorme soledad,
Corazón,
¿En las nubes de que cielo,
La tristeza de tu vuelo,
Sin consuelo vagará?
Bien lo sé,
Aquel frio alucinante,
De un instante, me cegó,
Fue en un viento de locura,
Sin ternura, sin perdón,
Fue en el grito enronquecido,
De un amor enloquecido,
De dolor.
Eras la luz del sol,
Y la canción feliz,
Y la llovizna gris,
En mi ventana,
Eras remanso fiel,
Y duende soñador,
Y jazminero en flor,
Eras mañana,
Suave murmullo,
Viento de loma,
Cálido arrullo,
De la paloma,
Ya no serás jamás,
Aroma del rosal,
Frescor de manantial,
En mi destino,
Solo serás la voz,
Que me haga recordar,
Que en un instante atroz
Te hice llorar.
Ya no estás,
Y el recuerdo es un espejo,
Que refleja desde lejos,
Tu tristeza y mi maldad,
Ya no estás,
Y tu ausencia que se alarga,
Tiene gusto a fruta amarga,
A castigo, y soledad,
Corazón,
Una nube puso un velo,
Sobre el cielo de los dos,
Y una nube, solamente,
De repente, me perdió,
Una nube sin sentido,
Sin clemencia, sin olvido,
Sin perdón.

Eras la luz del sol,
Y la canción feliz,
Y la llovizna gris,
En mi ventana,
Eras remanso fiel,
Y duende soñador,
Y jazminero en flor,
Eras mañana,
Suave murmullo,
Viento de loma,
Cálido arrullo,
De la paloma,
Ya no serás jamás,
Aroma del rosal,
Frescor de manantial,
En mi destino,
Solo serás la voz,
Que me haga recordar,
Que en un instante atroz
Te hice llorar.

Bitter Fruit

My heart,
On that long night,
The bitter fruit ripened,
Of this great loneliness,
My heart,
In which sky's clouds,
Will the sadness of your flight,
Wander without solace?
I know it well,
That freezing, hallucinating moment,
Blinded me,
It was in a wind of madness,
Without tenderness, without forgiveness,
It was in a hoarse cry,
Of a maddened love,
Of pain.
You were the light of the sun,
And the happy song,
And the gray drizzle,
In my window,
You were a faithful haven,
And a dreamy elf,
And a jasmine in bloom,
You were morning,
A gentle murmur,
A wind from the hill,
A warm embrace,
Of the dove,
You will never again be,
The aroma of the rose,
The freshness of spring water,
In my destiny,
You will only be the voice,
That makes me remember,
That in an atrocious moment,
I made you cry.
You are gone,
And the memory is a mirror,
That reflects from afar,
Your sadness and my evil,
You are gone,
And your absence that lengthens,
Tastes like bitter fruit,
Like punishment and loneliness,
My heart,
A cloud veiled everything,
On the sky of us two,
And a cloud, only,
Suddenly, lost me,
A senseless cloud,
Without mercy, without forgiveness,
Without forgiveness.

You were the light of the sun,
And the happy song,
And the gray drizzle,
In my window,
You were a faithful haven,
And a dreamy elf,
And a jasmine in bloom,
You were morning,
A gentle murmur,
A wind from the hill,
A warm embrace,
Of the dove,
You will never again be,
The aroma of the rose,
The freshness of spring water,
In my destiny,
You will only be the voice,
That makes me remember,
That in an atrocious moment,
I made you cry.