Текст и перевод песни Osvaldo Pugliese - El Abrojito

El Abrojito

Llevo, como abrojito, prendido
Dentro del corazón una pena
Porque te fuiste, ingrata, del nido
Y a mi vida tan serena
Condenaste así al dolor.
Nunca podré arrancar de mi pecho,
Nunca el abrojito punzante.
Y ando, por todo el mal que me has hecho,
Con el alma agonizante,
Sin fe, sin nido, ni amor...
No sé por qué te alejaste de mí
Si te adoré con creciente fervor.
No sé por qué me engañabas así,
Sin demostrar tu desamor...
Con tu querer, yo era un hombre feliz
Y nunca pensé que tu ardiente pasión
Era el puñal que me habría de abrir
Esta herida de mi corazón.
Y ando, por todo el mal que me has hecho,
Con el alma agonizante,
Sin fe, sin nido, ni amor...

The Little Burdock

I carry, like a burdock, fastened
Within my heart a sorrow
Because you went away, ungrateful, from the nest
And you condemned my once serene life
To pain.
I can never tear from my breast,
Never the prickling burdock.
And I go, for all the harm you have done to me,
With my soul dying,
Without faith, without home, or love...
I don't know why you went away from me
If I loved you with growing fervor.
I don't know why you deceived me like this,
Without showing your lack of love...
With your love, I was a happy man
And I never thought that your burning passion
Was the dagger that would open this wound
In my heart.
And I go, for all the harm you have done to me,
With my soul dying,
Without faith, without home, or love...