Текст и перевод песни Cheo Feliciano - Comerciante Del Amor

Comerciante Del Amor

Tu piel no tiene el aroma
Y la fragancia de un hogar
Quizas tu fuistes paloma
Que voló del palomar
Antes de tiempo, sin aprender a volar.

Solo tu sabes que vientos
Que arrastrados al lugar
Donde un hombre diferente
Cada noche va a comprar
Ay, tus caricias que mañana olvidaran.

Mujer,
Entre cigarros y licor
De vez en cuando lloras
Y nadia sabe tu dolor.

Mujer,
Quien pudiera rescatar
Todo lo bueno que hay en ti
Y darte una ilusión
Por la que quieres tu vivir.

Pues se desgarra tu vida
En cada noche de placer
Una esperanza perdida te halla cada amanecer
Tus sueños rotos
Sueños que no podran ser.

(Eres comerciante del amor
Y nadie sabe lo que hay en ti, mujer).

Si eres la dueña de los remedios
De los dolores dentro del alma
Las pesadumbres del corazón.

Ay, en una luna sufriendo, nena
Y sin embargo con tu sonrisa
Sabes curar ansias y penas.

Y aunque eres mariposa nocturna
Eras la cura del doctor
La fiscal del abogado y la ley del amor.

Tú que trabajas la mas antigua de las profesiones
Quitas las penas, quitas dolores
Tienes mil sueños y ambiciones.

Como adorar tus caricias
Ay, en las noches secretas
Sin embargo por el dia
Ni una mirada discreta, mamá.

Y como de los males nadie se escapa
Y ella te dice ponte un sombrero
Ponte una tapa, y digo yo.

Merchant of Love

Your skin has not the fragrance
Nor the aroma of a home
Perhaps you were a dove
That flew away from the dovecote
Prematurely, without learning to fly.

Only you know what winds
Dragged you to the place
Where a different man
Every night goes to buy
Oh, your caresses that tomorrow will be forgotten.

Woman,
Between cigarettes and liquor
From time to time you cry
And nobody knows your pain.

Woman,
Who could rescue
All that is good in you
And give you an illusion
For which you want to live?

Because your life is torn
On each night of pleasure
A lost hope finds you each dawn
Your broken dreams
Dreams that cannot be.

(You're a merchant of love
And nobody knows what's inside of you, woman).

If you're the owner of the remedies
For the pains within the soul
Of the sorrows of the heart.

Oh, in a suffering moon, baby
And yet with your smile
You know how to heal desires and sorrows.

And although you're a nocturnal butterfly
You were the doctor's cure
The lawyer's DA and the law of love.

You who work the oldest of professions
You take away the sorrows, you take away the pains
You have a thousand dreams and ambitions.

How I adore your caresses
Oh, in the secret nights
However, during the day
Not even a discreet glance, mom.

And because nobody escapes evils
And she tells you to put on a hat
Put on a lid, I say.