Paroles et traduction Lorena Jiménez - Tu Vieja Ventana

Tu Vieja Ventana

Vine al pie de tu vieja ventana, mi bien,
A ofrecerte, mi vida, este canto de amor
Porque quiero que sepas que te amo, mi edén,
Y te siento latir en mi fiel corazón.
Yo quisiera, mi amor, que comprendas
El cariño tan leal que te tengo
Que me paso las horas pensando,
Y es ésa la causa que yo ya ni duermo
Que me paso las horas pensando,
Y es ésa la causa que yo ya ni duermo.

He traído del campo estas flores que ayer
Arrancaron mis manos con ansias por ti
Porque quiero mirarte contento, mi amor,
Y mostrarte que yo moriría por ti.
Si mi intérprete fueras, entonces
Sentirías, igual que yo siento,
Un amor tan extraño y tan dulce
Que al no realizarse sería un infierno
Un amor tan extraño y tan dulce
Que al no realizarse sería un infierno.

Asoma tu carita y no me hagas sufrir,
Te lo pido por lo que más quieras, mi amor;
Que al no verte sería capaz de morir
De cariño quizás, o de extraño dolor.
Los culpables han sido tus ojos
Y tus labios los cómplices fueron
Que me tienen igual que a un esclava
Y si, si se quiere, tu fiel prisionera
Que me tienen igual que a un esclava
Y si, si se quiere, tu fiel prisionera.

Your Old Window

I came to the foot of your old window, my dear,
To offer you, my life, this song of love,
Because I want you to know that I love you, my Eden,
And I feel you beating in my faithful heart.
I would like, my love, for you to understand
The loyal affection that I have for you,
That I spend the hours thinking,
And that is the reason why I no longer sleep.
That I spend the hours thinking,
And that is the reason why I no longer sleep.

I have brought these flowers from the countryside yesterday,
That my hands plucked with eagerness for you,
Because I want to see you happy, my love,
And show you that I would die for you.
If you were my interpreter, then
You would feel, as I feel,
A love so strange and so sweet
That if it did not come to pass, it would be hell,
A love so strange and so sweet
That if it did not come to pass, it would be hell.

Show your little face and don't make me suffer,
I ask you by what you love most, my love;
For if I don't see you, I would be capable of dying
Perhaps of affection, or of strange pain.
The guilty ones have been your eyes,
And your lips have been the accomplices,
That have me like a slave,
And if it is wanted, your faithful prisoner,
That have me like a slave,
And if it is wanted, your faithful prisoner.