Текст и перевод песни Miguel Angel Morelli - Réquiem para un niño lustrador

Réquiem para un niño lustrador

Llegaste un día cualquiera a mi pequeño mundo.
Así sencilla mente como llega el amor en una mano un viejo juguete
Regalado y en la otro gastado cajón de listado en una mano un viejo
Jufue regalado y en la otra un gastado cajón de lustrador asomarse tu
Risa por la puerta entre abierta y fue como si entrará un ratito de
Sol y todos te quisimos desde el primer momento xq eras el verdugo de
Nuestro mal umor y todos te quisimos desde el primer momento xq eras
El verdugo de nuestro mal umor tu carita redonda tus ojitos travieso
Tu manos siempre sucias con pomada marrón tu gorrito de la tu sacó
Exagerado eras más q un poema eran una cancion tenias once años y
Nunca avisa jugado xq desde pequeño ya eras trabajador saliste a los
Inviernos para ganar la vida y el frío de la muerte ganó tu corazón
Saliste a los inviernos para ganar la vida y el frío de la muerte
Ganó tu corazón tu carita redonda tus ojitos travieso tus mano
Siempre sucias con pomada marron tu gorrito de lana tu sacó exagerado
Eran mas q un poema eran una cancion tu gorrito de lana tu sacó
Exagerado eran mas q un poema eran una cancion duerme
Gorrioncito en los brazos de dios con tu sepillito niñito Lustrador

A Shoeshine Boy's Requiem

One day you arrived in my little world.
Just as simply as love might come, in one hand an old toy,
A gift, and in the other a worn-out shoe shine box. In one hand an old toy,
Given as a gift, and in the other, a worn-out shoe shine box. Your laughter peeked
Through the half-open door, and it was as if 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 little face, your mischievous eyes,
Your hands always dirty with brown shoe polish, your oversized wool cap,
You were more than a poem, you were a song. You were eleven years old and
You had never played because since you were little you had to work. You went out in
The winter to earn a living, and the coldness of death won your heart.
You went out in the winter to earn a living, and the coldness of death
Won your heart. Your round little face, your mischievous eyes, your hands
Always dirty with brown shoe polish, your oversized wool cap,
You were more than a poem, you were a song. Your oversized wool cap,
You were more than a poem, you were a song. Sleep,
Little sparrow, in the arms of God, with your little brush, little shoeshine boy.