Paroles et traduction en anglais Wilfrido Vargas - 13 Años

13 Años

Brillaban ya las estrellas, hacía mucho calor
Wilfrido en la vellonera, en la noche se refundió
Con una copa en la mano de la taberna yo salí
Con una hembra a mi lado, todo se puede predecir

Sin decir una palabra a su guarida me llevó
Noté que estaba nerviosa
Cuando dijo: "Pase señor"
Una puerta destartalada
Una lámpara de gas-sol
Una cama desvencijada
Existencia de dolor

Ella en su guarida, me contó su vida, todo su dolor
Ella llego por engaños
Tiene trece años, el maquillaje la ayudo

Se me cayó la copa de la mano
Se me quitó la sucia borrachera
Le dije: "No lo hagamos" y la vestí entera

Volví a la maldita vellonera
Busqué a quién la hizo que viniera
A vender sus encantos, para darle una pela, ¡ah, ah, ah!
(...)
Ella salió de su pueblo
A buscar dinero, pa′ vivir mejor
Ella se encontró atrapada
Fue legalizada al mejor postor
(...)
Se me cayó la copa de la mano
Se me quitó la sucia borrachera
Le dije: "No lo hagamos" y la vestí entera

Volví a la maldita vellonera
Busqué a quién la hizo que viniera
A vender sus encantos, para darle una pela, ¡ah, ah, ah!
(...)
Ella en su guarida, me contó su vida, todo su dolor
Ella llegó por engaños
Tiene trece años, el maquillaje la ayudo
¡Tan bella...!

13 Years Old

The stars had already started to shine, the night was getting really hot
Wilfrido was blasting from the jukebox, the night had just started
I left the tavern with a drink in my hand, my night could go either way
And a woman by my side, I was on my way

She didn't say a word to me, she took me to her den
I could tell she was nervous
When she said "Come in, sir"
A run-down door
A gas lamp
A broken-down bed
A life of pain

She was in her den, she told me her life story, all her pain
She had come here under false pretenses
She is thirteen years old, make-up was her disguise

My drink fell from my hand
My drunken stupor left me
I told her "Let's not do this," and I fully dressed her

I went back to the damn jukebox
I looked for the man who had brought her here
To sell her charms, to give him a thrashing, ah, ah, ah!
(...)
She left her village
To find money, to live a better life
She got caught in a trap
She was auctioned off to the highest bidder
(...)
My drink fell from my hand
My drunken stupor left me
I told her "Let's not do this," and I fully dressed her

I went back to the damn jukebox
I looked for the man who had brought her here
To sell her charms, to give him a thrashing, ah, ah, ah!
(...)
She was in her den, she told me her life story, all her pain
She had come here under false pretenses
She is thirteen years old, make-up was her disguise
So beautiful...!