Текст и перевод песни Adriana Varela - Amurado

Amurado

Campaneo en mi catrera
Y la encuentro desolada;
Solo tengo de recuerdo
El cuadrito que esta alli,
Pilchas viejas, unas flores
Y mi alma atormentada;
Eso es todo lo que queda
Desde que se fue de aqui.

Una tarde más tristona
Que la pena que me aqueja,
Arreglo su bagayito
Y amurado me dejo.
No le dije una palabra,
Ni un reproche, ni una queja,
La mire que se alejaba
Y pense... todo se acabo.

Si me viera estoy tan viejo,
Tengo blanca la cabeza,
Sera acaso la tristeza
De mi pobre soledad? (*)
Debe ser porque me cruzan
Tan fuleros berretines
De andar por los café.ines (**)
A buscar felicidad...

Bulincito que conoces
Mis amargas desventuras,
No te extrañes que hable solo...
Que es tan grande mi dolor.
Si me faltan sus caricias,
Sus consuelos, sus ternuras,
Que me queda ya a mis años
Si mi vida esta en su amor?

Cuantas noches voy vagando
Angustiado, silencsioso,
Recordando mi pasado
Con mi amiga la ilusion,
Voy en curda, no lo niego,
Que sera muy vergonzoso
Pero llevo más en curda
A mi pobre corazón.

Amurado

I pace within my cot
And find it desolate;
All that I have left as keepsake
Is the picture hanging there,
Old clothes, some flowers
And my soul in torment;
That's all that's left
Since you left this place.

One more dreary afternoon
That sorrows more than plagues me,
I pack his things away
And I am walled in.
I didn't say a word to him,
Not a reproach, not a complaint,
I watched him as he walked away
And thought... it's all over.

If you saw me, I'm so old,
My hair is white,
Is it perhaps the sadness
Of my poor loneliness? (*)
It must be because I'm haunted
By such vile delusions
Of wandering through cafés (**)
In search of happiness...

Little room that knows
My bitter misfortunes,
Don't be surprised that I talk to myself...
For my pain is so great.
If I lack his caresses,
His comfort, his tenderness,
What is left for me in my years
If my life is in your love?

How many nights did I wander
Distraught, silent,
Remembering my past
With my friend, illusion,
I go in a drunken stupor, I don't deny it,
That it may be very shameful
But I carry more in my drunken stupor
Than my poor heart.