Текст и перевод песни Rubén Blades - Cuentas Del Alma

Cuentas Del Alma

Siempre en la noche mi mamá buscaba el sueño
Frente a la televisión, y me pedía que por favor
No la apagara, su soledad en aquel cuarto
No aguantaba, aunque jamás lo confesó

Yo niño, no entendía su horror, porque uno es joven
Y no sabe del amor, crecí mirando a mi madre vivir
Aferrada a una esperanza que la enterró, toda
Amargada, dentro de una noche que no acabó

Y mi madre le ha temido a la noche desde el día
Que se fue mi papá
Hoy la miro y comprendo que ella aún piensa
Que las cuentas del alma no se acaban nunca de pagar
No se acaban nunca de pagar
No se acaban nunca de pagar
No se acaban nunca de pagar
No se acaban nunca de pagar

Hoy día comprendo su dolor, y lo terrible que es amar
A una ilusión que está atrapada entre la sombra del pasado
Y que en las noches se libera y va a su lado
Como el fantasma de un amor que no murió

Y mi madre le ha temido a la noche desde el día
Que se fue mi papá
Hoy la miro y comprendo que ella aún piensa
Que las cuentas del alma no se acaban nunca de pagar
No se acaban nunca de pagar
No se acaban nunca de pagar
No se acaban nunca de pagar
No se acaban nunca de pagar

No se acaban nunca de pagar
No se acaban nunca de pagar
No se acaban nunca de pagar
No se acaban nunca de pagar

Debts of the Soul

Every night, my mother would seek sleep
In front of the television, and ask me, please
Not to turn it off, her loneliness in that room
Was unbearable, though she never confessed it

As a child, I didn't understand her horror, because I was young
And didn't know about love, I grew up watching my mother live
Clinging to a hope that buried her, entirely
Embittered, within a night that never ended

And my mother has feared the night ever since the day
My father left
Today I look at her and understand that she still thinks
That the debts of the soul are never finished paying
Are never finished paying
Are never finished paying
Are never finished paying
Are never finished paying

Today I understand her pain, and how terrible it is to love
An illusion that is trapped between the shadow of the past
And that at night is released and goes to her side
Like the ghost of a love that didn't die

And my mother has feared the night ever since the day
My father left
Today I look at her and understand that she still thinks
That the debts of the soul are never finished paying
Are never finished paying
Are never finished paying
Are never finished paying
Are never finished paying

Are never finished paying
Are never finished paying
Are never finished paying
Are never finished paying