Текст и перевод песни Rubén Blades - Ligia Elena (Live)

Ligia Elena (Live)

Ligia Elena la candida niña de la sociedad
Se ha fugado con un trompetista de la vecindad
El padre la busca afanosamente
Y lo esta comentando todo la gente
Y la madre pregunta angustiada
¿ En donde estara?

De nada sirvieron regaños
Ni viajes ni monjas
Ni las promesas de amor
Que le hicieron los niños de bien
Fue tan buena la nota que dio aquel humilde trompeta
Que entre acordes de cariño eterno
Se fue ella con él

Se han mudado a cuarto chiquito
Con muy pocos muebles
Y alli viven contentos y llenos de felicidad
Mientras tristes los padres preguntan en donde fallamos
Ligia Elena con su trompetista amandose estan

Dulcemente se escurren los dias en aquel cuartito
Mientras que en las mansiones lujosas de la sociedad
Otras niñas que saben del cuento al dormir se preguntan
Ay señor y mi trompetista cuando llegara

Otras niñas que saben del cuento al dormir se preguntan
Ay senor y mi trompetista cuando llegara

Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia′
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Se escapo con un trompeta de la vecindad
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia′
Se llevaron la niña del ojo en papa
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
En donde fallamos pregunta mama
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Se han colado un niche en la blanca sociedad
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia′
Pudo mas el amor que el dinero señor
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia′
Que buena la nota que dio aquel trompeta
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Eso de racismo brother no esta en na′
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia'
Deja que la agarremos jura el papa
Ligia Elena esta contenta y su familia esta asfixia′
Ligia esta llena de felicidad

Mira doña Gertrudis le digo que estoy
Pero es que mire a mi lo que mas
Me... a mi lo que mas me...
A mi lo que mas me choca
Es que esa mal agradecida yo pensaba que me iba a dar
Un ñietecito con los cabellos rubios
Y los ojos rubios y los dientes rubios asi comoFroy Donahue
Y viene y se marcha con ese tuza ay... ay... ay no
Ay esta juventud...

Ligia Elena (Live)

Ligia Elena, the pure girl of high society
Has eloped with a trumpeter from the neighborhood
Her father searches for her anxiously
And everyone is gossiping about it
And the mother asks in anguish
Where could she be?

All the scoldings were in vain
Neither trips nor nuns
Nor the promises of love
That the good boys made her
The note that humble trumpet played was so good
That to the chords of an eternal love song
She went away with him

They moved to a tiny room
With very few pieces of furniture
And there they live, happy and full of joy
While the sad parents wonder where they went wrong
Ligia Elena and her trumpeter are in love

The days slip sweetly away in that little room
While in the luxurious mansions of high society
Other girls who know the story wonder as they drift to sleep
Oh, my my, when will my trumpeter come?

Other girls who know the story wonder as they drift to sleep
Oh, my my, when will my trumpeter come?

Ligia Elena is happy and her family is suffocating
Ligia Elena is happy and her family is suffocating
She ran off with a trumpeter from the neighborhood
Ligia Elena is happy and her family is suffocating
They took the apple of daddy's eye
Ligia Elena is happy and her family is suffocating
Where did we go wrong, asks mama?
Ligia Elena is happy and her family is suffocating
They've slipped a "n*****" into white society
Ligia Elena is happy and her family is suffocating
Love was stronger than money, sir
Ligia Elena is happy and her family is suffocating
What a good note that trumpet played
Ligia Elena is happy and her family is suffocating
That racism stuff, brother, is out of date
Ligia Elena is happy and her family is suffocating
Let's get our hands on her, swears daddy
Ligia Elena is happy and her family is suffocating
Ligia is full of happiness

Look, Mrs. Gertrudis, I'm telling you I am
But look here at me, what bothers me most
Me... what bothers me most
What bothers me most
Is that that ungrateful girl, I thought she would give me
A little grandson with blond hair
And blond eyes and blond teeth just like Froy Donahue
And she goes and runs off with that "n*****" oh... oh... oh no
Oh, this youth...