Текст и перевод песни Olimpo Cardenas - Calabozo de Mis Penas - Remastered

Calabozo de Mis Penas - Remastered

Por fin lo estabamos buscando dese preso,
No me lleven por favor
A llegado el lunes y usted tenia que caer...
El lunes por la mañana me tomaron prisionero
Me llevaron a la cárcel al calabozo primero
Salgo al patio miro al cielo y de un suspiro
Donde esta mi libertad que tan joven la he perdido.
Calabozo de mis penas
Sepultura de hombres vivos
Donde se muestran ingratos los amigos más queridos
El domingo en la mañana triste me desayuna
*Con un millón de suspiros que el calabozo temblaba (Bis*)
Qué triste es la vida vivir tras las rejas
Pobre mi madre adorada, pobre mis hijitos
Mi esposa querida que hará sin mí...
Me acerque a la dura reja para ver algún amigo
Solo vi a mi podre madre, que muy afligida estaba
Ella dueña de mis penas, pobrecita madre mía
Ella llora inconsolable por mi suerte noche y día.
Ya me hicieron el jurado con todo el fuerte rigor
Cumpliré larga condena tras la reja del dolor
Oye mujer de mi vida no me vengas a llorar
*Ya que no me quitas penas no me las vengas a dar (Bis*)
El lunes por la mañana me tomaron prisionero
Me llevaron a la cárcel al calabozo primero
Salgo al patio miro al cielo y de un suspiro
Donde esta mi libertad que tan joven la he perdido.
Calabozo de mis penas
Sepultura de hombres vivos
Donde se muestran ingratos los amigos más queridos
El domingo en la mañana triste me desayuna
*Con un millón de suspiros que el calabozo temblaba (Bis*)

Calabozo de Mis Penas - Remastered

Finally, what we were waiting for came to pass in prison,
Please, don't take me away.
Monday has arrived, and you had to fall...
On Monday morning, I was taken prisoner.
They took me to jail, to the dungeon first.
I go out into the yard, look up at the sky, and sigh,
Where is my freedom that I have lost so young?
Dungeon of my sorrows,
Buried alive,
Where even the dearest of friends prove ungrateful.
On Sunday morning, I have a sad breakfast,
*With a million sighs that shook the dungeon (Chorus*)
How sad it is to live behind bars,
Poor my mother, poor my children,
My dear wife, what will she do without me...
I approached the hard bars to see if there was a friend,
I only saw my poor mother, who was very distressed.
She is the mistress of my sorrows, my poor mother,
She cries inconsolably for my fate, night and day.
I've already been tried by the jury with all the sternness of the law,
I will serve a long sentence behind the bars of pain.
Hey, woman of my life, don't come to cry for me,
*Since you cannot take away my sorrows, don't give them to me (Chorus*)
On Monday morning, I was taken prisoner.
They took me to jail, to the dungeon first.
I go out into the yard, look up at the sky, and sigh,
Where is my freedom that I have lost so young?
Dungeon of my sorrows,
Buried alive,
Where even the dearest of friends prove ungrateful.
On Sunday morning, I have a sad breakfast,
*With a million sighs that shook the dungeon (Chorus*)