Текст и перевод песни The Velvets - Almost but Not Quite

Almost but Not Quite

Carretas cañeras cruzan la laguna;
El grillo a la luna le da su cantar
Y en los valles retumba mi caja;
Canta con la zafra todo Tucumán.

La noche en sus ojos, la miel en su boca:
Te traigo una copla del cañaveral:
De la luna que alumbra en Simoca,
Cuando se le antoja de noche alumbrar.

Yo le hablo a mi rancho, a los cañaverales.
¡Ojalita que ella pudiera escuchar!
Cuando salga la luna en Simoca,
Con poquita cosa se ha de conformar.

Se van las carretas, subiendo el camino,
Pensando en el ruido de su traquetear.
Como el grillo alunao en Simoca,
Yo canto mi copla del cañaveral.

Amores de zamba cosecha la zafra;
La niña se alhaja para enamorar.
Que tan sólo un decir se me antoja.
Después, de su boca, nadita querrá.

Almost but Not Quite

Sugarcane carts cross the lagoon;
The cricket sings his song to the moon
And my box resounds in the valleys;
Tucumán sings with the harvest.

The night in her eyes, the honey in her mouth:
I bring you a song from the sugarcane field:
Of the moon that shines in Simoca,
When it chooses to shine at night.

I speak to my hut, to the sugarcane fields.
If only she could hear me!
When the moon rises in Simoca,
She will be content with very little.

The carts are leaving, climbing the path,
Thinking of the noise of their rattling.
Like the moonlit cricket in Simoca,
I sing my song of the sugarcane field.

Loves of zamba harvest the harvest;
The girl adorns herself to fall in love.
That only one word comes to my mind.
After that, she will want nothing from her mouth.