Текст и перевод песни Juan Carlos Baglietto - Era En Abril

Era En Abril

Sabes, hermano, lo triste que estoy
Se me ha hecho vuelo de trinos
Y sangre la voz
Se me ha hecho pedazos
Mi sueño mejor
Se ha muerto mi niño, mi niño, mi niño
Mi niño, hermano

No pudo llenarse la boca de voz
Apenas vacío el vientre
De mi dulce amor
Enorme y azul, la vida se le dio
No pudo tomarla, no pudo tomarla
De tan pequeño

Yo le había hecho una blanca canción
Del amor entre una nube
Y un pez volador
Lo soñé corriendo abrigado en sudor
Las mejillas llenas, las mejillas llenas
De sol y dulzor

Era en abril el ritmo tibio
De mi chiquito que danzaba
Dentro del vientre un prado en flor
Era su lecho y el ombligo y el ombligo
Y el ombligo el sol

No busques, hermano, el camino mejor
Que ya tengo el alma muda
De pedirle a Dios
¿Qué hacemos, ahora, mi dulzura y yo
Con dos pechos llenos, con dos pechos llenos
De leche y dolor?

Era en abril el ritmo tibio
De mi chiquito que danzaba
Dentro del vientre un prado en flor
Era su lecho y el ombligo y el ombligo
Y el ombligo el sol

Estamos pensando, sería mejor
El marcharnos tres, el marcharnos tres
Que quedarnos dos

Era en abril el ritmo tibio
De mi chiquito que danzaba
Dentro del vientre un prado en flor
Era su lecho y el ombligo y el ombligo
Y el ombligo el sol

It Was April

You know, my love, how sad I am
My trills have turned into a flight
And my voice into blood
I have been shattered
My greatest dream
My child is dead, my child, my child
My child, my love

His mouth could not fill with voice
His belly was hardly empty
Of my sweet love
Huge and blue, life was given to him
He could not take it, he could not take it
So small

I had made him a white song
Of the love between a cloud
And a flying fish
I dreamt of him running wrapped in sweat
His cheeks full, his cheeks full
Of sun and sweetness

It was in April the warm rhythm
Of my little one who danced
In the womb a meadow in bloom
It was his bed and the navel and the navel
And the navel sun

Do not seek, my love, the best way
My soul is now mute
From asking God
What shall we do now, my sweetness and I
With two breasts full, with two breasts full
Of milk and sorrow?

It was in April the warm rhythm
Of my little one who danced
In the womb a meadow in bloom
It was his bed and the navel and the navel
And the navel sun

We are thinking, it would be better
For the three of us to go, for the three of us to go
Than for two of us to remain

It was in April the warm rhythm
Of my little one who danced
In the womb a meadow in bloom
It was his bed and the navel and the navel
And the navel sun