Текст и перевод песни Adrián y los Dados Negros - El ausente

El ausente

Todas las mañanas veo una ancianita
Muy desesperada preguntando por su hijo

Pero ella no sabe que fue reo ausente
Se lo capturaron y lo condenaron

Oiga señor juez no pongo disculpas
No pido perdón pero le suplico

Que venga mi madre yo quiero mirarla besar sus ojitos que tanto han llorado

Guardar en mi mente... su rostro bendito que yo he marchitado y sola he dejado.

Es de noche y en su celda se oye un lamento
Es de noche y en su celda se oye un lamento

Es de noche y en su celda se oye un lamento
Es de noche y en su celda se oye un lamento

Oiga señor juez no pongo disculpas no pido perdón pero le suplico
Que venga mi madre yo quiero mirarla besar sus ojitos que tanto han llorado

Guardar en mi mente... su rostro bendito que yo he marchitado y sola he dejado.

Es de noche y en su celda se oye un lamento
Es de noche y en su celda se oye un lamento

Es de noche y en su celda se oye un lamento
Es de noche y en su celda se oye un lamento

The Absentee

Every morning, I see an old lady
Desperately asking after her son

But she doesn't know that he was an absentee offender
They caught and convicted him

Listen, Mr. Judge, I offer no excuses
I don't beg for forgiveness, but I plead with you

Let my mother come, I want to look at her, to kiss her little eyes that have cried so much

To keep in my mind ... her blessed face that I have withered and left alone.

It is night and in his cell there is a lament
It is night and in his cell there is a lament

It is night and in his cell there is a lament
It is night and in his cell there is a lament

Listen, Mr. Judge, I offer no excuses, I don't beg for forgiveness, but I plead with you
Let my mother come, I want to look at her, to kiss her little eyes that have cried so much

To keep in my mind ... her blessed face that I have withered and left alone.

It is night and in his cell there is a lament
It is night and in his cell there is a lament

It is night and in his cell there is a lament
It is night and in his cell there is a lament