Paroles et traduction Rubén Blades - Ligia Elena

Ligia Elena

Ligia Elena la candida niña de la sociedad
Se ha fugado con un trompetista de la vecindad
El padre la busca afanosamente
Y lo esta comentando todo la gente
Y la madre pregunta angustiada
¿En donde estara?

De nada sirvieron regaños
Ni viajes ni monjas
Ni las promesas de amor
Que le hicieron los niños de bien
Fue tan buena la nota que dio aquel humilde trompeta
Que entre acordes de cariño eterno
Se fue ella con él

Se han mudado a cuarto chiquito
Con muy pocos muebles
Y alli viven contentos y llenos de felicidad
Mientras tristes los padres preguntan en donde fallamos
Ligia Elena con su trompetista amandose estan

Dulcemente se escurren los dias en aquel cuartito
Mientras que en las mansiones lujosas de la sociedad
Otras niñas que saben del cuento al dormir se preguntan
Ay señor y mi trompetista cuando llegara

Otras niñas que saben del cuento al dormir se preguntan
Ay senor y mi trompetista cuando llegara

Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Se escapo con un trompeta de la vecindad
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Se llevaron la niña del ojo en papa
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
En donde fallamos pregunta mama
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Se han colado un niche en la blanca sociedad

Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Pudo mas el amor que el dinero señor
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Que buena la nota que dio aquel trompeta
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Eso de racismo brother no esta en na'
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Deja que la agarremos jura el papa
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Ligia esta llena de felicidad

Mira doña Gertrudis le digo que estoy
Pero es que mire a mi lo que mas
Me... a mi lo que mas me...
A mi lo que mas me choca
Es que esa mal agradecida yo pensaba que me iba a dar
Un ñietecito con los cabellos rubios
Y los ojos rubios y los dientes rubios asi como Froy Donahue
Y viene y se marcha con ese tuza ay... ay... ay no
Ay esta juventud...

Ligia Elena

Ligia Elena, the innocent society girl,
Has run away with a trumpeter from the neighborhood.
Her father searches for her tirelessly,
And everyone is talking about it.
Her mother asks, anguished,
Where could she be?

Scolding was useless,
Nor trips, nor nuns,
Nor the promises of love
Made by the well-off boys.
So sweet was the note played by that humble trumpet,
That amidst chords of eternal love,
She went away with him.

They've moved to a tiny room,
With very few pieces of furniture,
And there they live, content and full of happiness.
While her sad parents ask where they went wrong,
Ligia Elena and her trumpeter are in love.

The days gently slip away in that little room,
While in the luxurious mansions of society,
Other girls who know the story ask themselves as they sleep,
Oh Lord, when will my trumpeter arrive?

Other girls who know the story ask themselves as they sleep,
Oh Lord, when will my trumpeter arrive?

Ligia Elena is happy, and her family is suffocating.
Ligia Elena is happy, and her family is suffocating.
She ran off with a trumpet player from the neighborhood.
Ligia Elena is happy, and her family is suffocating.
They took daddy's little girl away.
Ligia Elena is happy, and her family is suffocating.
Where did we go wrong, asks Mama.
Ligia Elena is happy, and her family is suffocating.
A "niche" has infiltrated white society.

Ligia Elena is happy, and her family is suffocating.
Love prevailed over money, sir.
Ligia Elena is happy, and her family is suffocating.
What a beautiful note that trumpet player played.
Ligia Elena is happy, and her family is suffocating.
Racism, brother, that's not cool at all.
Ligia Elena is happy, and her family is suffocating.
Let me catch her, swears Papa.
Ligia Elena is happy, and her family is suffocating.
Ligia is full of happiness.

Look, Doña Gertrudis, I tell you I am...
But look, what bothers me the most...
To me... what bothers me the most...
What bothers me the most
Is that this ungrateful girl, I thought she was going to give me
A little grandchild with blond hair
And blond eyes and blond teeth, just like Froy Donahue,
And she goes and runs off with that "tuza" oh... oh... oh no.
Oh, this youth...