Текст и перевод песни Adriana Varela - Mi Noche Triste

Mi Noche Triste

Percanta que me amuraste en lo mejor de mi vida,
Dejandome el alma herida y espina en el corazon,
Sabiendo que te queria, que vos eras mi alegria
Y mi sueño abrasador,
Para mi ya no hay consuelo y por eso me encurdelo,
Pa olvidarme de tu amor.

Cuando voy a mi cotorro y lo veo desareglado,
Todo triste, abandonado, me dan ganas de llorar,
Me detengo largo rato campaneando tu retrato
Pa poderme consolar.

De noche cuando me acuesto, no puedo cerrar la puerta,
Porque dejandola abierta me hago ilusion que volves
Siempre traigo bizcochitos pa tomar con matecitos
Como si estuvieras vos.

Y si vieras la catrera como se pone cabrera
Cuando no nos ve a los dos
Ya no hay en el bulin aquellos lindos frasquitos
Adornados con moitos todos de un mismo color,
Y el espejo esta empañado si parece que ha llorado
Por la ausencia de tu amor.

La guitarra en el ropero todavia esta colgada,
Nadie en ella canta nada ni hace sus cuerdas vibrar,
Y la lampara del cuarto tambien tu ausencia ha sentido,
Por que su luz no ha querido Mi noche triste alumbrar

My Blue Night

Percanta, you loved me in the best years of my life,
Leaving my soul wounded and a thorn in my heart,
Knowing that I loved you, that you were my joy
And my burning dream,
For me there is no more solace and that's why I'm getting drunk,
To forget your love.

When I go to my shack and see it in disarray,
All sad, abandoned, I feel like crying,
I stop for a long time, gazing at your portrait,
To find solace.

At night when I go to bed, I can't close the door,
Because leaving it open gives me the illusion that you will come back,
I always bring biscuits to eat with mate,
As if you were here.

And if you saw the bed, how it gets jealous,
When it doesn't see us together,
There are no longer those pretty little bottles in the room,
Decorated with flowers, all of the same color,
And the mirror is tarnished,
As if it has cried over the absence of your love.

The guitar in the closet is still hanging there,
No one sings or makes its strings vibrate,
And the lamp in the room has also felt your absence,
Because its light has not wanted to light up my blue night.