Текст и перевод песни Alberto Rojo - Las ninas viejas de Mala Mala

Las ninas viejas de Mala Mala

Me perdí en el Taficillo
Y el viento se hizo baguala
Era el diablo suspirando
Por las niñas de mala mala

El padre en un cajoncito
Las metía por escarmiento
Y al sufrir de tanto encierro
Se les paro el crecimiento

No se asuste doctorcito
Que estos ojos no se quejan
Ellas se han resignado
A ser siempre niñas viejas
Pececito te has quedado
Chiquito por la pecera
No te vio crecer el rio
De tu vida verdadera

A veces el sol piadoso
Y escapadas de su padre
Les estiraba la sombra
Y eran grandes en la tarde

No quise saber sus nombres
Preferí inventarles alas
Y que tres almas van cantando
Por los montes de Mala Mala

Y ahora que ha pasado el tiempo
A esta historia yo la miro
Desde tanto cajoncito
Que a crecer me han impedido
Pececito te has quedado
Chiquito por la pecera
No te vio crecer el rio
De tu vida verdadera

The Old Girls of Mala Mala

I got lost in Taficillo
And the wind turned into baguala
It was the devil sighing
For the girls of Mala Mala

The father in a small box
He put them in for punishment
And from suffering so much confinement
Their growth was stunted

Don't be alarmed, little doctor
These eyes do not complain
They have resigned themselves
To being always old girls
Little fish, you have remained
Small in the fishbowl
The river did not see you grow
Of your true life

Sometimes the merciful sun
And escapes from their father
Would stretch their shadows
And they would be tall in the evening

I did not want to know their names
I preferred to invent wings for them
And that three souls go singing
Through the mountains of Mala Mala

And now that time has passed
I look at this story
From so many small boxes
That have prevented me from growing
Little fish, you have remained
Small in the fishbowl
The river did not see you grow
Of your true life