Текст и перевод песни Mario Benedetti - Tu Quebranto

Tu Quebranto

Tu quebranto
Tu voz no quiere cantar
Tu voz se esconde en el llanto
Si pregunto tu quebranto es solo por preguntar
Desde que tu pena existe como un ileso sentido
Todo esta triste y cumplido
Todo esta cumplido y triste
No tiene melancolía el limpio dolor que tienes
Ya no te quedan rehenes para obtener la alegría
Tu voz no quiere cantar
Tu voz se esconde en el llanto
Si pregunto tu quebranto es solo por preguntar
Tu pena no es tu tortura
Tu pena es tu peregrina
Quien sabe como termina si termina tu aventura
Tu pena es un cautiverio sin mar, sin cielo y sin rosas
Por sobre todas las cosas tu pena es como misterio
Tu voz no quiere cantar
Tu voz se esconde en el llanto
Si pregunto tu quebranto es solo por preguntar
Tu voz se calla por sabia
Y ese silencio es mejor si tu dolor
No es dolor, es que tu dolor es rabia
Tu dolor es una espada que hiere o corta o libera
Tu pena es una manera de vencer la madrugada
Tu voz no quiere cantar
Tu voz se esconde en el llanto
Si pregunto tu quebranto no me vas a contestar

Your Brokenness

Your brokenness
Your voice doesn't want to sing
Your voice hides in the crying
If I ask about your brokenness, it's just to ask
Since your sorrow exists, as an uninjured sense
Everything is sad and fulfilled
Everything is fulfilled and sad
The clean pain you have does not have melancholy
You no longer have hostages to obtain joy
Your voice doesn't want to sing
Your voice hides in the crying
If I ask about your brokenness, it's just to ask
Your sorrow is not your torture
Your sorrow is your pilgrim
Who knows how it ends if your adventure ends
Your sorrow is a captivity without sea, without sky, and without roses
Above all things, your sorrow is like a mystery
Your voice doesn't want to sing
Your voice hides in the crying
If I ask about your brokenness, it's just to ask
Your voice is silent because it is wise
And that silence is better if your pain
Is not pain, is that your pain is rage
Your pain is a sword that hurts or cuts or liberates
Your sorrow is a way to overcome the dawn
Your voice doesn't want to sing
Your voice hides in the crying
If I ask about your brokenness, you won't answer me