Текст и перевод песни Silvio Rodríguez - Amanecer

Amanecer

Qué musa maravillosa
Habrá bajado a besarte
Y qué delicia tortuosa
Habrá sentido al dejarte.
Tú te diste a musicarla
Con violines de ambrosía
Y a la hora de guardarla
Viste tus manos vacías.
Pobre insensato pintor,
Paleta en mano, tinta de amanecer,
Rompiendo sombras, inventando el color
Que sólo tú podías, sólo tú creías ver.
Así voló tu memoria
Aún más allá que tus años.
Siempre es noticia una historia
De besos y desengaños.
Pobre insensato pintor,
Paleta en mano, tinta de amanecer,
Rompiendo sombras, inventando el color
Que sólo tú podías, sólo tú creías ver.
Desde que hallaste la musa
Que te llevó a la locura,
Canta tu línea inconclusa
La misma recta sin cura.

Dawn

What a marvelous muse,
She must have come down to kiss you,
And what a torturous delight,
She must have felt when she left you.
You gave yourself to playing her,
With violins of ambrosia,
And when it was time to put her away,
You saw your empty hands.
Poor foolish painter,
Palette in hand, ink of dawn,
Breaking shadows, inventing colors,
That only you could see, only you could believe.
Thus your memory flew,
Even further than your years.
A story of kisses and disappointments,
Is always news.
Poor foolish painter,
Palette in hand, ink of dawn,
Breaking shadows, reinventing colors,
That only you could see, only you could believe.
Since you found the muse,
That drove you to madness,
Sing your unfinished line,
The same straight line without a cure.