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 abrasaba solo en el carro miraba el reloj
Eran las 12 y en la carretera sola
Y temblando una linda mujer me hizo señal pa que me detuviera
Frene al instante al subir la invite
Triste mirada larga cabellera su cara hermosa llamo mi atención
Le di mi abrigo pa que se cubriera que haces tan sola le pregunte yo
Vivo muy cerca en el próximo pueblo es muy amable conmigo señor yo
Sentí un frío recorrer mi cuerpo
La lleve a su casa las gracias me dio
Seguí mi rumbo sin preocupaciones pero su rostro no pude olvidar
Siempre en las noches sonaba con
Flores pronto a su casa quise regresar
Toque la puerta y pregunte 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 mas extraño fui mi abrigo al
Verlo cubrir la losa de aquel frío panteon

Macabre Story

So many mysteries that life has, so many riddles without
Explanation, so much greed and so much
Falsehood always end in a cold tomb
It was a cold and lonely night, the full moon clear glow
Heavy rain, the scorching wind, alone in the car looking at the clock
It was 12 and on the road alone
And trembling a beautiful woman made me a sign to stop
I stopped instantly and invited her to get it
Sad look, long hair, her beautiful face caught my attention
I gave her my coat to cover her, what are you doing so alone I asked her
I live very close in the next town, you are very kind with me sir I
I felt a cold run through my body
I took her home, she thanked me
I continued my journey without worries but I could not forget her face
Always in the nights I dreamed of
Flowers soon to her home I wanted to go back
I knocked on the door and asked about her such my surprise a great impression
It was her mother trembling and wasted
Between sobs, knots of terror she said I do not understand you I do not know you
But my daughter died years ago I felt a cold run through my face
And to the churchyard we go both when I saw the grave
I refused to believe it was her name among brown roses
The strangest thing was my coat when
To see it cover the slab of that cold tomb