Текст и перевод песни Carlos Gardel - La novia ausente (Remastered)

La novia ausente (Remastered)

A veces repaso las horas aquellas
Cuando era estudiante y tu eras la amada
Que con tus sonrisas repartias estrellas
A todos los mozos de aquella barriada.
Ah! las noches tibias, Ah! la fantasia
De nuestra veintena de abriles felices,
Cuando solamente tu risa se oia
Y yo no tenia mis cabellos grises.
Ibamos del brazo y tu suspirabas
Porque muy cerquita te decia, "Mi bien,
Ves como la luna se enreda en los pinos
Y su luz de plata te besa en la sien?
Al raro conjuro de noche y reseda
Temblaban las hojas del parque también
Y tu me pedias que te recitara
Esta "sonatina" que soño Rubén:
(Recitado)
"La princesa esta triste! Que tendra la princesa?
Los suspiros se escapan de su boca de fresa
Que ha perdido la risa, que ha perdido el color.
La princesa esta palida en su silla de oro,
Esta mudo el teclado de su clave sonoro
Y en mi vaso, olvidada, se desmaya una flor.
Que duendes lograron lo que ya no existe?
Que mano huesuda fue hilando mis males?
Yque pena altiva hoy me ha hecho tan triste
Triste como el eco de las catedrales?
Ah! ya se, ya se. Fue la novia ausente
Aquella que, cuando estudiante, me amaba.
Que al morir, un beso le deje en la frente
Porque estaba fria, porque me dejaba.

The absent bride (Remastered)

Sometimes I revisit those hours
When I was a student and you were my beloved
Whose smiles spread like stars
To all the lads in that district.
Ah! the balmy nights, Ah! the fantasy
Of our twenties of joyful Aprils,
When only your laughter could be heard,
And my hair was not yet gray.
We walked arm in arm, and you would sigh
Because, very close to you, I would say, "My love,
Do you see how the moon entangles itself in the pines
And its silver light kisses your temples?
At the rare conjuring of night and mignonette
The leaves of the trees in the park would also tremble
And you would ask me to recite
This "sonnet" that Ruben dreamed:
(Recital)
"The princess is sad! What could be troubling her?
Sighs escape from her strawberry-red lips
That have lost their laughter, that have lost their colour.
The princess is pale on her golden throne,
The keyboard of her sonorous clavichord is silent
And in my glass, forgotten, a flower fades.
What goblins achieved that which no longer exists?
What bony hand was it that spun my woes?
And what haughty sorrow has made me so sad today,
Sad like the echo of cathedrals?
Ah! now I know, now I know. It was the absent bride,
The one who, when I was a student, loved me.
The one who, when she died, I left a kiss on her forehead
Because she was cold, because she was leaving me.