Текст и перевод песни Grupo Toppaz de Reynaldo Flores - Querida María

Querida María

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 güerga en la factoría,
Ganó la milicia,
Ha muerto Miguel.

My Dearest Maria

The afternoon was cold
Just like your hands, my dearest Maria
And in the shed, where you lived,
There was no need to light a fire.
The fire in your soul was enough for you,
My dearest Maria,
And it was fueled by,
Your beloved Miguel.
On the clean table
The soup is getting cold, my dearest Maria,
There are only a few lentils in the cupboard,
For a meager meal.
You have rejected them,
Full of pride, my dearest Maria,
But that does not matter,
As long as he eats.
In the factory,
That cold afternoon, while you were knitting,
Baby clothes, which you were so proud of,
That you were going to show him.
Miguel already knew,
That on that cold afternoon, he would no longer live,
Because the uprising,
Had begun badly.
There's a knock at the door,
You run to it, overjoyed, for you did not know,
The sad news,
That they were going to take you away.
They tell you, Maria,
That there has been a riot at the factory,
The militia won,
Miguel is dead.