Текст и перевод песни Osvaldo Pugliese - Sin Palabras

Sin Palabras

Nació de ti...
Buscando una canción que nos uniera,
Y hoy sé que es cruel
Brutal -quizá-
El castigo que te doy.
Sin palabras
Esta música va a herirte,
Dondequiera que la escuche tu traición...
La noche más absurda, el día más triste.
Cuando estés riendo, o cuando llore tu ilusión.
Perdóname si es Dios,
Quien quiso castigarte al fin...
Si hay llantos que pueden perseguir así,
Si estas notas que nacieron por tu amor,
Al final son un cilicio que abre heridas de
Una historia... ¡Son suplicios, son memorias...
Fantoche herido, en mi dolor, se alzará, cada vez,
Que oigas esta canción!...
Si estas notas que nacieron por tu amor,
Al final son un cilicio que abre heridas de
Una historia... ¡Son suplicios, son memorias...
Fantoche herido, mi dolor, se alzará, cada vez,
Que oigas esta canción!...
Letra: Enrique Santos Discepolo

Without Words

It was born from you...
Searching for a song that would unite us,
And today I know it's cruel
Brutal -perhaps-
The punishment that I give you.
Without words
This music is going to hurt you,
Wherever you hear your betrayal...
The most absurd night, the saddest day.
When you're laughing, or when your illusion cries.
Forgive me if it's God,
Who wanted to punish you at last...
If there are cries that can haunt you so,
If these notes that were born from your love,
In the end are a hair shirt that opens wounds of
A story... They're torments, they're memories...
Wounded puppet, in my pain, it will rise, every time,
That you hear this song!...
If these notes that were born from your love,
In the end are a hair shirt that opens wounds of
A story... They're torments, they're memories...
Wounded puppet, my pain, will rise, every time,
That you hear this song!...
Lyrics: Enrique Santos Discepolo