Текст и перевод песни Luis Alberto Posada - MIRE COMADRE MIRE

MIRE COMADRE MIRE

Mire comadre mire
Mi hijo se está muriendo,
Porque aquí en el vecindario
No hay médico ni remedio

Y a cosa grande comadre
Tan lejos que queda el pueblo,
A un día de caminar
Y para variar está lloviendo

Mire comadre mire,
Esto parece un infierno,
Mire comadre mire
Ya el muchacho se murió

Pero antes de morirse
La bendición me pidió,
O lo tenía entre mis brazos
Y en ellos se me quedó

Por su carita morena
Una lágrima rodó,
La presioné entre mis labios
Para calmar mi dolor

Mire comadre mire
Ya lo voy a sepultar,
En este cajón de vela
Que me lo acaban de dar

Y con él sobre mis hombros cruzaré por la ciudad
Pa' llevarlo al cementerio donde lo voy a enterrar,
A un lado de la tumba
De su mamá sepulta

Mire comadre mire
Ya al muchacho lo enterré,
Dejé la tumba mojada
Del llanto que derramé

Y una corona de flores en su tumba coloqué
De humildes flores silvestres
Que en el camino corté
Y de rodillas en tierra, el padre nuestro recé.

LOOK CO-MOTHER, LOOK

Look co-mother, look
My son is dying,
Because here in the neighborhood
There is no doctor or remedy

And such a great thing co-mother
The town is so far,
A day's walk
And to top it off it's raining

Look co-mother, look,
This looks like hell,
Look co-mother, look
The boy is already dead

But before he died
He asked for my blessing,
Or I was holding him in my arms
And he stayed with me

A tear rolled down
His dark face,
I pressed it between my lips
To calm my pain

Look co-mother, look
I'm going to bury it now,
In this candle box
That I just got

And with him on my shoulders I will cross through the city
To take him to the cemetery where I will bury him,
Next to the tomb
Of his buried mother

Look co-mother, look
I have already buried the boy,
I left the grave wet
From the tears I shed

And I placed a wreath of flowers on his grave
Of humble wild flowers
That I cut along the way
And on my knees on the ground, I prayed the Our Father