Текст и перевод песни Chuy Vega - La Última Vuelta

La Última Vuelta

Va llegando una carroza
Anunciando muerte viene
En las puertas de una carcel
Muy despacio se detiene
Mandaron traer a un reo
Pero el no sabe quiere

El preso llego en silencio
Al saberse quedo mudo
Cuando vio el rostro marchito
Una lagrima detuvo
Amorsito de mi vida
Aquí se me acabo el mundo

Era la mujer del preso
Que murió en el hospital
Que para morir les dijo
Como ultima voluntan
Pero antes de que me entierren
A mi esposo visitar

Comentan los seladores
Con respeto de la dama
Que siempre fue la primera
Que a la visita llegaba
Quería mucho a su marido
Madrugar no le importaba

Le entregan las pertenencias
Que su esposa habia dejado
Eran unas cuantas cosas
Un retrato maltratado
En él estaban los dos
Muy felices y abrazados

Unas letras mal escritas
Que apenas se podian ver
Ya me voy esposo mio
Ya no te volveré a ver
Cuando salgas de esta carcel
Prometeme no volver

Yo no se porque delito
Estaria el hombre enserrado
Pero pienso que es muy duro
Para cualquiera ese trago
En una carroza negra
Fue su esposa a visitarlo

La carroza ya se aleja
Dejó dolor y triztesa
Un hombre muy pensativo
A la celda se regresa
Y agradece a su mujer
Que le hecho la ultima vuelta

The Last Visit

A carriage is arriving
Announcing death
At the gates of a prison
It stops slowly
They have brought a prisoner
But he doesn't know why

The prisoner arrived in silence
When he realized, he was speechless
When he saw her withered face
A tear rolled down his cheek
My darling, my life
This is where my world ends

It was the prisoner's wife
Who had died in the hospital
Before she died, she told them
As her last wish
Before they bury me
Let me visit my husband

The prison guards commented
With respect for the lady
That she was always the first
To visit the prisoner
She loved her husband very much
She didn't mind waking up early

They hand him her belongings
That his wife had left behind
They were a few things
A worn out portrait
In it, there were the two of them
Happy and hugging

A few poorly written letters
That could barely be read
I'm leaving you, my husband
I will not see you again
When you get out of this prison
Promise me you won't come back

I don't know what crime he committed
The man who was imprisoned
But I think it is very hard
For anyone to swallow that
In a black carriage
His wife went to visit him

The carriage is already leaving
It left pain and sadness behind
A thoughtful man
Returns to his cell
And thanks his wife
For giving him his last visit