Текст и перевод песни Los Palmeras - Réquiem Para Un Niño Lustrador

Réquiem Para Un Niño Lustrador

Llegaste un día cualquiera a mi pequeño mundo
Así sencillamente como llega el amor
En una mano un viejo, juguete regalado
En la otra un gastado cajón de lustrador
En una mano un viejo, juguete regalado
En la otra un gastado cajón de lustrador

Asomaste tu sonrisa, por la puerta entre abierta
Fue como si entrara un rayito de sol
Y todos te quisimos desde el primer momento
Porque eras el verdugo de nuestro mal humor
Y todos te quisimos desde el primer momento
Porque eras el verdugo de nuestro mal humor

Tu carita redonda, tus ojitos traviesos
Tus manos siempre sucias con tonada marrón
Gorrito de lana, tu saco exagerado
Eran más que un poema, eran una canción

Tenias 11 años y nunca habías jugado
Porque desde pequeño eras trabajador
Saliste a los inviernos para ganar la vida
Y el frio de la muerte gano tu corazón
Saliste a los inviernos para ganar la vida
Y el frio de la muerte gano tu corazón

Tu carita redonda, tus ojitos traviesos
Tus manos siempre sucias con tonada marrón
Gorrito de lana, tu saco exagerado
Eran más que un poema, eran una canción
Gorrito de lana, tu saco exagerado
Eran más que un poema, eran una canción

Duerme gorrioncito en los brazos de dios
Con tu cepillito niñito lustrador

Requiem for a Shoeshine Boy

You came one day like any other into my little world
As simply as love arrives
In one hand an old, donated toy
In the other a worn-out shoe shine box
In one hand an old, donated toy
In the other a worn-out shoe shine box

You stuck your head in through the half-open door
It was like a ray of sunshine had entered
And we all loved you from the very first moment
Because you were the executioner of our bad moods
And we all loved you from the very first moment
Because you were the executioner of our bad moods

Your round face, your mischievous eyes
Your hands always dirty with brown polish
Woolen cap, your oversized coat
Were more than a poem, they were a song

You were 11 years old and had never played
Because you had been a worker since you were little
You went out in the winters to earn a living
And the cold of death won your heart
You went out in the winters to earn a living
And the cold of death won your heart

Your round face, your mischievous eyes
Your hands always dirty with brown polish
Woolen cap, your oversized coat
Were more than a poem, they were a song
Woolen cap, your oversized coat
Were more than a poem, they were a song

Sleep, little sparrow, in the arms of God
With your little brush, child shoe shiner