Текст и перевод песни Olimpo Cárdenas - El Penado 14

El Penado 14

En una celda oscura del presidio lejano
El penado catorce su vida termino.
Dicen sus compañeros que el pobre presidiario
Murio haciendo señas y nadie lo entendio.

En una noche fria que el preso deliraba
Su mueca tan extraña dio mucho que pensar
Y sin embargo, nadie, de tantos carceleros,
Se acerco a la celda del que no pudo hablar.

Dejo una carta escrita con frases tan dolientes
Que a un viejo presidiario al leerla conmovio...
Al mismo fraticida con alma tenebrosa
Que en toda su existencia amor nunca sintio.

En la carta decia: "ruego al juez de turno
Que traigan a mi madre, les pido por favor,
Pues antes de morirme yo quiero darle un beso
En la arrugada frente de mi primer amor."

Y en la celda sombria del lejano presidio
Su vida miserable el penado entrego...
El último recuerdo fue el nombre de la madre
Y su acento tan triste el viento lo llevo...
Dejo una carta escrita con frases tan dolientes
Que a un viejo presidiario al leerla conmovio...
Al mismo fraticida con alma tenebrosa
Que en toda su existencia amor nunca sintio.

En la carta decia: "ruego al juez de turno
Que traigan a mi madre, lo pido por favor,
Pues antes de morirme yo quiero darle un beso
En la arrugada frente de mi primer amor."

Inmate 14

In a dark cell in a distant prison
Inmate number fourteen has ended his life.
His fellow prisoners say that the poor inmate
Was making signs and no one understood him.

On a cold night when the prisoner was delirious
His strange grimace gave much to think about.
And yet, none of the many jailers,
Approached the cell of the one who could not speak.

He left behind a letter written with such sorrowful phrases
That it moved an old inmate to read it...
The same murderer with a dark soul
Who had never felt love in his entire existence.

In the letter, he said: "I beg the judge on duty
To bring my mother, I ask you please,
Because before I die I want to give her a kiss
On the wrinkled forehead of my first love."

And in the somber cell of the distant prison
The inmate surrendered his miserable life...
His last memory was the name of his mother
And his sad accent the wind carried away...
He left behind a letter written with such sorrowful phrases
That it moved an old inmate to read it...
The same murderer with a dark soul
Who had never felt love in his entire existence.

In the letter, he said: "I beg the judge on duty
To bring my mother, I ask you please,
Because before I die I want to give her a kiss
On the wrinkled forehead of my first love."