Текст и перевод песни Ivan Cruz - Mi Muchachita

Mi Muchachita

Vencido, con el alma amargada
Sin esperanza, hastiado de la vida
Solloza en su sillón, el pobre trovador
Sin hallar consuelo a su dolor

Colgada de un clavo la guitarra
En un rincón la tiene abandonada
De su sonido, ya no le importa nada
Tirado en una cama, no hace más que llorar

Pero en una ocasión
Alguien le oyó esta canción

Mi muchachita, no me dejes morir
No me abandones, que yo quiero vivir
Si supieras las veces que he soñado
Que de nuevo te tenía a mi lado

Mi muchachita, no seas tan cruel
Vuelve te ruego, quiero verte otra vez
Mi muchachita ¡ay!, no me dejes
Que me mata poco a poco tu desdén

Dormía tranquila la barriada
Nada turbaba el silencio de la noche
Cuando se oyó sonar allá en la oscuridad
El disparo de una bala fatal

Corrieron ansiosos los vecinos
Que presentían el final de aquel drama
Y lo encontraron, tirado en una cama
En un charco de sangre al pobre trovador

Pero antes de morir
Alguien le oyó cantar así

Mi muchachita, no me dejes morir
No me abandones, que yo quiero vivir
Si supieras las veces que he soñado
Que de nuevo te tenía a mi lado

Mi muchachita, no seas tan cruel
Vuelve te ruego, quiero verte otra vez
Mi muchachita ¡ay!, no me dejes
Que me mata poco a poco tu desdén

My Little Girl

Defeated, with a bitter soul
Without hope, tired of life
The poor troubadour sobs in his armchair
Finding no solace for his pain

His guitar hangs on a nail
He has abandoned it in a corner
He no longer cares about its sound
Lying in bed, he does nothing but cry

But on one occasion
Someone heard him sing this song

My little girl, don't let me die
Don't abandon me, for I want to live
If you only knew how often I have dreamed
That I had you by my side again

My little girl, don't be so cruel
Come back, I beg you, I want to see you again
My little girl, oh, don't leave me
For your disdain is killing me bit by bit

The neighborhood slept peacefully
Nothing disturbed the silence of the night
When a gunshot was heard in the dark
A fatal bullet

Anxious neighbors ran
Who sensed the end of that drama
And they found him lying in bed
In a pool of blood, the poor troubadour

But before he died
Someone heard him sing like this:

My little girl, don't let me die
Don't abandon me, for I want to live
If you only knew how often I have dreamed
That I had you by my side again

My little girl, don't be so cruel
Come back, I beg you, I want to see you again
My little girl, oh, don't leave me
For your disdain is killing me bit by bit