Текст и перевод песни Alfredo de Angelis - Mocosita

Mocosita

Vencido, con el alma amargada,
Sin esperanzas, astiado de la vida,
Solloza en su orfandad el pobre payador,
Sin hallar un consuelo a su dolor.
Colgada de un clavo la guitarra...
En un rincón la tiene abandonada...
De sus amigos ya no le importa nada...
Tirado en una cama no hace más que llorar.
Y en alguna ocasión
Solo se escucha esta canción
"Mocosita,
No me dejés morir, volvé te ruego,
Que no puedo vivir.
¡Ohhh si supieras las veces que he soñado
Que de nuevo te tenía a mi lado!
Ohh mi mocosita,
No seas mala y cruel, no me abandones...
Quiero verte otra vez...
Mocosita, no me dejes
Que me mata poco a poco tu desdén."
Dormía tranquilo el conventillo,
Nada turbaba el silencio de la noche
Cuando se oyó sonar allá en la oscuridad
El disparo de una bala fatal.
Corrieron ansiosos los vecinos
Que presentían el final de aquel drama
Y se encontraron tirado en una cama,
Sobre un charco de sangre, al pobre payador.
Pero, antes de morir,
Alguien le oyó cantar así:
"Mocosita,
No seas mala y cruel, no me abandones...
Quiero verte otra vez...
Mocosita, no me dejes
Que me mata poco a poco tu desdén."

Little Snot

Defeated, with a bitter soul,
Without hope, disgusted with life,
The poor minstrel weeps in his orphanage,
Without finding solace for his pain.
The guitar hangs on a nail...
In a corner it has been abandoned...
He no longer cares about his friends...
Lying in a bed, he does nothing but cry.
And on some occasion
Only this song is heard
"Little Snot,
Don't let me die, come back I beg,
That I cannot live.
Oh, if you knew the times I have dreamed
That I had you by my side!
Oh, my little snot,
Don't be mean and cruel, don't leave me...
I want to see you again...
Little Snot, don't leave me
That your disdain slowly kills me."
The conventillo slept peacefully,
Nothing disturbed the silence of the night
When it was heard to sound there in the darkness
The shot of a fatal bullet.
The neighbors ran anxiously
Who sensed the end of that drama
And they found themselves lying on a bed,
On a pool of blood, the poor minstrel.
But, before he died,
Someone heard him sing like this:
"Little Snot,
Don't be mean and cruel, don't leave me...
I want to see you again...
Little Snot, don't leave me
That your disdain slowly kills me."