Текст и перевод песни Grupo Toppaz de Reynaldo Flores - A Quién

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La tarde era fría
Igual que tus manos,querida maría
Y en el cobertizo,donde tú vivías,
No había que encender.

Te bastaba el fuego
Que en tu alma ardía,querida maría
Y que alimentaba,
Tu amado miguel.

En la mesa limpia
La sopa se enfría,querida maría
Sólo en la alacena, hay pocas lentejas
Para mal comer.

Que tú has rechazado
Llena de soberbia,querida maría
Pero, eso no importa,
Con que coma él.
En la factoría
Esa tarde fría, mientras tú tejías
Ropita celeste,que con tanto orgullo,
Le ibas a enseñar.

Miguel ya sabia,
Que esa tarde fría,ya no viviría,
Porque la revuelta,
Comenzaba mal.

Llaman a la puerta,
Corres tú contenta,pues no lo sabías
Que triste noticia,
Te iban a llevar.

Te han dicho maría,
Que ha habido una guerga en la factoría,
Ganó la milicia,
Ha muerto miguel.

To Whom

The afternoon was cold
Like your hands, dear Maria
And in the shed, where you lived,
There was no need to light a fire.

The fire was enough for you
That burned in your soul, dear Maria
And that fed,
Your beloved Miguel.

On the clean table
The soup is getting cold, dear Maria
Only in the cupboard are there a few lentils
For a meager meal.

That you have rejected
Full of pride, dear Maria
But that doesn't matter,
As long as he eats.
At the factory
That cold afternoon, while you were knitting
Little blue clothes, which with so much pride,
You were going to show him.

Miguel already knew,
That on that cold afternoon he would no longer live,
Because the revolt,
Was starting to go wrong.

There is a knock at the door,
You run to it, happy because you didn't know
What sad news,
They were going to give you.

They have told you, Maria,
That there has been a war at the factory,
The militia won,
Miguel is dead.