Paroles et traduction Roberto Goyeneche - Pobre Colombina

Pobre Colombina

La fiesta está en su apogeo
La eterna paz se quebranta
Las mascaritas sus voces levantan
El dios Momo canta, ríe el dios Morfeo
La fiesta está en su apogeo
Todas son bromas y chistes
La Colombina tan sólo está triste
De luto se viste, no quiere cantar
La Colombina está triste y da pena
Pobrecita nena, tan linda y tan buena
La que antes fue reina de la alegría
Sus gracias lucía y siempre reía
No quiere cantar, no quiere reír
Tan grande es la pena que la hace sufrir
Le pide al Supremo, la deje morir
Es que Pierrot la ha engañado
Se fue con su mandolina
Siguiendo el paso de otra colombina
De líneas más finas, de pelo ondulado
Mas no sabe que ha dejado
Un corazón dolorido
Pero después volverá arrepentido
Y al ver solo el nido tendrá que llorar

Poor Columbine

The party is in full swing
The eternal peace is broken
The little masks raise their voices
The god Momo sings, the god Morpheus laughs
The party is in full swing
All is jokes and japes
Only Columbine is sad
She dresses in mourning, she doesn't want to sing
Columbine is sad and she's pitiful
Poor little girl, so lovely and so kind
She who was once the queen of joy
She displayed her charms and always laughed
She doesn't want to sing, she doesn't want to laugh
So great is the sorrow that makes her suffer
She begs the Supreme Being to let her die
It's that Pierrot has deceived her
He's gone with his mandolin
Following in the footsteps of another columbine
With finer lines, with wavy hair
But he doesn't know that he has left behind
A heart that's full of pain
But later he will return, filled with remorse
And when he sees only the nest, he will have to weep