Текст и перевод песни Carlos Gardel - Soledad

Soledad

Yo no quiero que nadie a mí me diga
Que de tu dulce vida
Vos ya me has arrancado
Mi corazón una mentira pide
Para esperar tu imposible llamado

Yo no quiero que nadie se imagine
Cómo es de amarga y honda mi eterna soledad
Pasan las noches y el minutero muele
La pesadilla de su lento tic-tac

En la doliente sombra de su cuarto, al esperar
Sus pasos que quizás no volverán
A veces me parece que ellos detienen su andar
Sin atreverse luego a entrar

Pero no hay nadie y ella no viene
Es un fantasma que crea mi ilusión
Y que al desvanecerse va dejando su visión
Cenizas en mi corazón

En la plateada esfera del reloj,
Las horas que agonizan se niegan a pasar
Hay un desfile de extrañas figuras
Que me contemplan con burlón mirar

Es una caravana interminable
Que se hunde en el olvido con su mueca espectral
Se va con ella tu boca que era mía
Sólo me queda la angustia de mi mal

En la doliente sombra de mi cuarto, al esperar
Sus pasos que quizás no volverán
A veces me parece que ellos detienen su andar
Sin atreverse luego a entrar

Pero no hay nadie y ella no viene
Es un fantasma que crea mi ilusión
Y que al desvanecerse va dejando su visión
Cenizas en mi corazón

Solitude

I don't want anyone to tell me
That from your sweet life
You have already taken me away
My heart asks for a lie
To wait for your impossible call

I don't want anyone to imagine
How bitter and deep is my eternal solitude
Nights pass and the minute hand grinds
The nightmare of its slow ticking

In the sorrowful shadow of his room, waiting
For his steps that may not return
Sometimes it seems to me that they stop their walk
Not daring to enter afterwards

But there is no one and she does not come
It is a ghost that creates my illusion
And that when vanishing leaves its vision
Ashes in my heart

In the silvered sphere of the clock,
The agonizing hours refuse to pass
There is a parade of strange figures
That look at me with a mocking gaze

It is an interminable caravan
That sinks into oblivion with its spectral grin
Your mouth, which was mine, leaves with it
Only the anguish of my evil remains

In the sorrowful shadow of my room, waiting
For his steps that may not return
Sometimes it seems to me that they stop their walk
Not daring to enter afterwards

But there is no one and she does not come
It is a ghost that creates my illusion
And that when vanishing leaves its vision
Ashes in my heart