El Abrojito - Osvaldo Pugliese , Alberto Moran traduction en anglais

El Abrojito

Llevo, como abrojito, prendido
Dentro del corazón una pena...
Porque te fuiste, ingrata, del nido
Y mi vida tan serena,
Condenaste así al dolor.
Nunca podré arrancar de mi pecho,
¡nunca! el abrojito punzante.
Y ando, por todo el mal que me has hecho
Con el alma agonizante,
Sin fe, sin nido, ni amor...
No sé por qué te alejaste de mí
Si yo te adoré con creciente fervor.
No sé por qué me engañabas así,
Sin demostrar tu desamor...
Con tu querer, yo era un hombre feliz
Y nunca pensé que tu ardiente pasión
Era el puñal que me habría de abrir
Esta herida de mi corazón.

Quiero que en tu vivir errabundo,
Sepas que solo y entristecido
Marcho por los senderos del mundo,
Con recuerdos que han prendido
Como abrojos de cardal...
Pido que alguna vez tropecemos
Para saber si al fin has hallado
Todo lo que inconsciente has soñado.
¡Y quizá después podamos
Volver los dos a empezar!

The Little Burweed

I carry, like a little burweed, fastened
Within my heart a sorrow...
For you went away, ungrateful one, from the nest
And my life so serene,
You thus condemned to pain.
I will never be able to pull it out of my chest,
never! the prickly little burweed.
And I walk around, for all the wrong you've done to me
With a dying soul,
Without faith, without a nest, nor love...
I don't know why you went away from me
If I adored you with growing fervor.
I don't know why you deceived me this way,
Without showing your lack of love...
With your love, I was a happy man
And I never thought that your burning passion
Was the dagger that would open
This wound in my heart.

I want you to know that in your wandering life,
You'll be lonely and saddened
As I march on the paths of the world,
With memories that have stuck
Like burweeds of a thistle patch...
I ask that we may meet again someday
To find out if you have finally found
All that you have unconsciously dreamed of.
And perhaps then we can
Start again, both of us!