Paroles et traduction Reynaldo Armas - Canto, Poeta Y Pintor

Canto, Poeta Y Pintor

De que me servia tenerte
Amada mía si no podía ni besarte
Querrías acabar con migo
Me lo imagine bastante
Llegue a pensar muchas veces
Amada mía que delinquí al adorarte
Volví a quedarme sin luz
Después de un sol tan radiante.

En el río de nuestro amor
De nuestro amor
Las aguas vuelven al cauce
Mi campito esta muy triste
Ya no florea el apamate
Se pierde mi tamarindo
Porque tú lo descuidaste.
(Bis)

Las olas del desengaño
Borraron todo lo que tu hiciste en la arena
Y eso lo saben tan solo
Las luna y la tolvanera.

De que sirvió el sacrificio
Amada mía si nunca fuiste sincera
Fue como la sombra inútil
De una nube pasajera.

Yo que llegué con la tarde
Si, con la tarde
Sin rocío y sin estrellas
Cantare mis sin sabores
Te contare mi poema
Y pintare un horizonte
Con mañana y acuarela.
(Bis)

Singing, Poet, and Painter

What good would it have done me to have you,
My beloved, if I could not even kiss you?
You wanted to finish me off.
I imagined it quite a bit.
Many times I came to think,
My beloved, that I was a criminal for adoring you.
I was left without light again,
After such a radiant sun.

In the river of our love,
Of our love,
The waters return to their course.
My little field is very sad,
The apamate no longer flowers.
My tamarind tree is dying,
Because you neglected it.
(Chorus)

The waves of disappointment
Erased everything you did in the sand.
And only,
The moon and the dust storm know about it.

What good was the sacrifice,
My beloved, if you were never sincere?
It was like the useless shadow
Of a passing cloud.

I, who arrived with the evening,
Yes, with the evening,
Without dew and without stars,
Will sing my sorrows,
I will tell you my poem,
And I will paint a horizon
With morning and watercolor.
(Chorus)