Paroles et traduction Pablo Milanés - Solo De Flauta

Solo De Flauta

La flauta gemía su melancolía
La flauta decía no hay pena tan grande,
Cual la pena mía.
La flauta gemía su melancolía
La flauta decía si lloro mi llanto,
Parece el estruendo de loca alegría.
La flauta gemía su melancolía
La flauta decía si canto,
Mi canto parece suspiro de cruel agonía.
La flauta gemía su melancolía
La flauta decía no hay pena tan grande,
Cual la pena mía.
Yo soy cual la flauta que rima con ritmo sonoro
Su fino y sonoro quebranto
Si canto parece que lloro
Si lloro parece que canto.

Flute Solo

The flute moaned its melancholy
The flute said there is no pain so great,
As my pain.
The flute moaned its melancholy
The flute said if I weep my tears,
They seem like the crashing of mad joy.
The flute moaned its melancholy
The flute said if I sing,
My song seems like the sigh of cruel agony.
The flute moaned its melancholy
The flute said there is no pain so great,
As my pain.
I am like the flute that rhymes with rhythmic sound
Her fine and sonorous breaking
If I sing, it seems like I cry
If I cry, it seems like I sing.