Paroles et traduction Osvaldo Pugliese - La cieguita

La cieguita

A pesar del mucho tiempo desde entonces transcurrido
Aún mi pecho conmovido lo recuerda con dolor
Fue una tarde que paseaba, vi en un banco a una cieguita
Y a su lado la viejita que era su guía y su amor

Y observé que la chiquita de ojos grandes y vacíos
Escuchaba el griterío de otras nenas al saltar
Y la oí que amargamente en un son que era de queja
Preguntábale a la vieja: "¿por qué yo no he de jugar?"

Y al punto fijo no sé si el dolor que sentí
O escuchando la voz de la nena
O fue que cuando miré a su vieja advertí
Que lloraba en silencio su pena

"Ay, cieguita"
Dije yo con gran pesar
"Ven conmigo, pobrecita"
Le di un beso y la cieguita tuvo ya con quien jugar

Pero un día bien me acuerdo, no fue más que la viejita
Y me dijo: "la cieguita está a punto de pirar"
Fui corriendo hasta su cuna, la cieguita se moría
Y al morirse me decía: "¿con quién vas ahora a jugar?"

Y al punto fijo no sé si el dolor que sentí
O escuchando el adiós de la nena
O fue que cuando miré a su vieja advertí
Que lloraba en silencio su pena

Ay, cieguita
Yo no te podría olvidar
Pues me acuerdo de mi hijita que también era cieguita
Y no podía jugar

The Little Blind Girl

Despite the long time that has passed since then,
My heart, still moved, remembers it with pain.
It was an afternoon I was strolling, I saw a little blind girl on a bench,
And by her side, the old woman who was her guide and her love.

And I observed that the little girl, with large, empty eyes,
Listened to the shouts of other girls as they jumped.
And I heard her bitterly, in a tone of complaint,
Ask the old woman: "Why can't I play?"

And at that moment, I don't know if it was the pain I felt,
Or listening to the little girl's voice,
Or it was that when I looked at her old companion, I noticed
That she was weeping silently in her sorrow.

"Oh, little blind girl,"
I said with great sorrow,
"Come with me, poor thing."
I gave her a kiss, and the little blind girl then had someone to play with.

But one day, I remember well, it was just the old woman,
And she told me: "The little blind girl is about to die."
I ran to her crib, the little blind girl was dying,
And as she died, she said to me: "Who will you play with now?"

And at that moment, I don't know if it was the pain I felt,
Or listening to the little girl's farewell,
Or it was that when I looked at her old companion, I noticed
That she was weeping silently in her sorrow.

Oh, little blind girl,
I could not forget you,
Because I remember my little daughter who was also blind,
And she couldn't play.