Текст и перевод песни Juan Carlos Zarabanda - Historia Macabra

Historia Macabra

Tantos misterios que tiene la vida
Tantos enigmas sin explicación
Tanta codicia y tanta falsía siempre terminan en un frío panteón
Era una noche fría y solitaria, la luna llena, claro resplandor
Fuerte la lluvia, el viento arrasaba, solo en el carro miraba el reloj
Eran las 12:00 am y en la carretera
Sola y temblando una linda mujer, me hizo señal pa' que me detuviera
Frené al instante, a subir la invité

Triste mirada, larga cabellera; su cara hermosa llamo mi atención
Le di mi abrigo pa' que se cubriera; "¿Qué haces tan sola?" Le pregunté yo
Vivo muy cerca en el próximo pueblo es muy amable conmigo señor
Yo sentí un frío recorrer mi cuerpo
La llevé a su casa, las gracias me dió
Seguí mi rumbo sin preocupaciones, pero su rostro no pude olvidar
Siempre en las noches soñaba con flores
Pronto a su casa quise regresar

Toqué la puerta y pregunté por ella, tal mi sorpresa, una gran impresión
Era su madre temblando y desecha
Entre sollozos, nudos de terror; dijo: "No entiendo a usted no lo conozco"
Pero mi hija hace años murió; yo sentí un frío recorrer mi rostro
Y al campo santo partimos los dos al ver la tumba
Me negué al creerlo, era su nombre entre rosas marrón
Lo más extraño fui mi abrigo al verlo
Cubrir la losa de aquel frío panteón

Scary Story

There are so many mysteries in life
So many enigmas without an explanation
So much greed and so much deceit always end up in a cold grave
It was a cold and lonely night, the full moon, clear light
Heavy rain, the wind was raging, alone in the car I was watching the clock
It was 12:00 am and on the road
Alone and shivering a beautiful woman, signaled me to stop
I braked immediately, and invited her to get in

Sad look, long hair; her beautiful face caught my attention
I gave her my coat to cover herself; "What are you doing so alone?" I asked her
I live very close in the next town, you are very kind to me, sir
I felt a chill run through my body
I took her to her house and she thanked me
I continued on my way without any worries, but I could not forget her face
I always dreamed of flowers at night
I soon wanted to return to her house

I knocked on the door and asked for her, such was my surprise, a great impression
It was her mother, trembling and wasting away
In sobs, knots of terror; she said: "I don't know you I don't know you"
But my daughter died years ago; I felt a chill run through my face
And we set off for the cemetery, to see the grave
I refused to believe it, it was her name among brown roses
The strangest thing was my coat when I saw it
Cover the slab of that cold grave