Текст и перевод песни Julio Jaramillo - Dolor de Ausencia

Dolor de Ausencia

¿Por qué te has alejado buscando los placeres?
Que yo con mi pobreza no te he podido dar
Dejándome tan triste dudando que aún me quieres
Viviendo la esperanza de verte regresar

Yo sufriré tu ausencia y no podre olvidarte
Y aunque todos se rían de mi fatal dolor
Por más que me aconsejan que debería matarte
Solo perdón ingrata de darte mi amor

Volvé, mujer querida, a calmar esta pena
Este dolor de ausencia que yo no sé vivir
Que al calor de tus besos renacerá la vida
Mi corazón herido que no quiere vivir

Volvé porque mañana tal vez ya sea tarde
Y me hallarás dormido al pie de una cruz
Yo sabré olvidar todo lo que por ti he sufrido
Porque vendrá conmigo nuevamente la luz

Muchas noches de frío te han visto mis amigos
Buscando por las calles a quien tu amor vender
Sin recordar siquiera que el tiempo ya ha pasado
Que ya no eres la hermosa mujer que fuiste ayer

Si quieres el consejo de un hombre que te quiso
Ya nunca quisiste volver de nuevo a mi
Regresa con tu vieja que te estará esperando
Para morir contenta abrazada de ti

Volvé, mujer querida, a calmar esta pena
Este dolor de ausencia que yo no sé vivir
Que al calor de tus besos renacerá la vida
Mi corazón herido que no quiere vivir

Volvé porque mañana tal vez ya sea tarde
Y me hallarás dormido al pie de una cruz
Yo sabré olvidar todo lo que por ti he sufrido
Porque vendrá conmigo nuevamente la luz

Heartache of Absence

Why have you strayed, seeking pleasures,
That I, with my poverty, could not provide?
Leaving me so sad, doubting if you still love me,
Living in hope of your return.

I will suffer your absence and will not be able to forget you,
And although everyone laughs at my fatal pain,
Despite the advice to kill you,
I only forgive you, ungrateful one, for giving me your love.

Come back, woman, to relieve this sorrow,
This heartache of absence that I cannot endure,
For with the warmth of your kisses life will be reborn,
My wounded heart that does not want to live.

Come back, because tomorrow it may be too late,
And you will find me sleeping at the foot of a cross;
I will know how to forget all that I have suffered for you,
Because with me the light will come again.

Many cold nights my friends have seen you,
Searching the streets for someone to sell your love to,
Not even remembering that time has passed,
That you are no longer the beautiful woman you were yesterday.

If you want the advice of a man who loved you,
You never wanted to come back to me again;
Return to your old woman who will be waiting for you,
To die happy in your arms.

Come back, woman, to relieve this sorrow,
This heartache of absence that I cannot endure,
For with the warmth of your kisses life will be reborn,
My wounded heart that does not want to live.

Come back, because tomorrow it may be too late,
And you will find me sleeping at the foot of a cross;
I will know how to forget all that I have suffered for you,
Because with me the light will come again.