Текст и перевод песни Anibal Troilo - Maria

Maria

Acaso te llamaras
Solamente María;
No se si eras el eco
De una vieja canción,
Pero hace mucho, mucho,
Fuiste hondamente mia
En un paisaje triste
Desmayado de amor.
El otoño te trajo
Mojando de agonia
Tu sombrerito pobre
Y el tapado marron.
Eras como la calle
De la melancolia
Que llovia, llovia
Sobre mi corazón.

María,
En las sombras de mi pieza
Es tu paso el que regresa;

María,
Es tu voz pequeña y triste,
La del día que dijiste:
Ya no hay nada entre los dos.

María,
La más mia la lejana,
Si volviera otra manaña
Por las calles del adios...

Tus ojos eran puertos
Que aguardaban ausentes
Su horizonte de sueños
Y un silencio de flor
Pero tus manos buenas
Regresaban clementes
Para curar mi fiebre,
Desteñidas de amor.
Un otoño te trajo,
Tu nombre era María,
Y nunca supe nada
De tu rumbo infeliz.
Eras como el paisaje
De la melancolia
Que llovia, llovia
Sobre la calle gris.
María,
Etc.
Acaso te llamaras
Solamente María;
No se si eras el eco
De una vieja canción,
Pero hace mucho, mucho,
Fuiste hondamente mia
En un paisaje triste
Desmayado de amor.
El otoño te trajo
Mojando de agonia
Tu sombrerito pobre
Y el tapado marron.
Eras como la calle
De la melancolia
Que llovia, llovia
Sobre mi corazón.

María,
En las sombras de mi pieza
Es tu paso el que regresa;

María,
Es tu voz pequeña y triste,
La del día que dijiste:
Ya no hay nada entre los dos.

María,
La más mia la lejana,
Si volviera otra manaña
Por las calles del adios...

Tus ojos eran puertos
Que aguardaban ausentes
Su horizonte de sueños
Y un silencio de flor
Pero tus manos buenas
Regresaban clementes
Para curar mi fiebre,
Desteñidas de amor.
Un otoño te trajo,
Tu nombre era María,
Y nunca supe nada
De tu rumbo infeliz.
Eras como el paisaje
De la melancolia
Que llovia, llovia
Sobre la calle gris.
María,
Etc.

Maria

Perhaps you are named
Just Maria;
I don't know whether you were the echo
Of an old song,
But a long, long time ago,
You were deeply mine
In a sad landscape
Fainted with love.
Autumn brought you
Soaking with agony
Your poor little hat
And the brown coat.
You were like the street
Of melancholy
That rained, rained
On my heart.

Maria,
In the shadows of my room
It's your step that returns;

Maria,
It's your small and sad voice,
The one from the day you said:
There's nothing left between us anymore.

Maria,
The most mine, the distant one,
If you were to come back one more morning
Through the streets of farewell...

Your eyes were ports
That awaited absent
Their horizon of dreams
And a silence of flower
But your soft hands
Returned gentle
To cure my fever,
Faded with love.
An autumn brought you,
Your name was Maria,
And I never found out anything more
About your unhappy destination.
You were like the landscape
Of melancholy
That rained, rained
On the grey street.
Maria,
Etc.
Perhaps you are named
Just Maria;
I don't know whether you were the echo
Of an old song,
But a long, long time ago,
You were deeply mine
In a sad landscape
Fainted with love.
Autumn brought you
Soaking with agony
Your poor little hat
And the brown coat.
You were like the street
Of melancholy
That rained, rained
On my heart.

Maria,
In the shadows of my room
It's your step that returns;

Maria,
It's your small and sad voice,
The one from the day you said:
There's nothing left between us anymore.

Maria,
The most mine, the distant one,
If you were to come back one more morning
Through the streets of farewell...

Your eyes were ports
That awaited absent
Their horizon of dreams
And a silence of flower
But your soft hands
Returned gentle
To cure my fever,
Faded with love.
An autumn brought you,
Your name was Maria,
And I never found out anything more
About your unhappy destination.
You were like the landscape
Of melancholy
That rained, rained
On the grey street.
Maria,
Etc.