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Updated 10/19/10 

TARDE
Late (1947)
LYRICS by: Jose Canet
MUSIC by: Jose Canet
TRANSLATION by: Alberto Paz
Last updated on: 10/19/10
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De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas,
heridas que no cierran y sangran todavía.
¡Error de haber querido ciegamente
matando inútilmente la dicha de mis días!
Tarde me di cuenta que al final se vive igual mintiendo…
Tarde comprobé que mi ilusión se marchito queriendo…
¡Pobre amor que está sufriendo
la amargura más tenaz!
Y ahora que no es hora para nada
tu boca enamorada me incita una vez más. 

Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo,
porque dentro del alma tengo miedo.
Tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir
la comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir.
¡Todo te lo di!…
¡Todo lo perdí!…
Siempre puse el alma entera,
de cualquier manera,
soportando afrentas
y al final de cuentas
me quedé sin fe.

De cada amor que tuve tengo heridas,
heridas que no cierran y sangran todavía.
Error de haber querido ciegamente,
perdido en un torrente de burlas y mentiras.
Sigo en mi rodar sin esperar y sin buscar amores…
Ya murió el amor porque el dolor le marchito las flores…
Y aunque hoy llores y me implores
mi ilusión no ha de volver.
¡No ves que ya la pobre está cansada,
vencida y destrozada por tanto padecer!

Y aunque quiera quererte ya no puedo,
porque dentro del alma tengo miedo.
Tengo miedo que se vuelva a repetir
la comedia que me ha hundido en el sufrir.
¡Todo te lo di!…
¡Todo lo perdí!…
Siempre puse el alma entera,
de cualquier manera,
soportando afrentas
y al final de cuentas
me quedé sin fe.

From every love I had, I have wounds,
wounds that won’t heal and are still bleeding.
Mistake of having loved blindly
needlessly killing the joy of my days!
Late I figured out that at the end we live as well lying …
Late I confirmed that my illusion had withered loving …
Poor love that is suffering
the toughest bitterness!
And now that there is no time for anything
your mouth in love excites me once again. 

And even if I wanted to love you, I can not,
because in my soul I’m afraid.
I’m afraid to repeat again
the comedy that has buried me into suffering.
I gave you everything! …
I lost everything! …
I always put my whole soul
in any way,
enduring insults
and in the end
I lost my faith.

From every love I had, I have wounds,
wounds that won’t heal and are still bleeding.
Mistake of having loved blindly
lost in a torrent of ridicule and lies.
I continue without hoping and looking for love…
Love already died because the pain withered its flowers …
And even if you now cry and implore
my dream is not coming back.
Don’t you see that the poor one is tired,
defeated and battered by so much suffering!

And even if I wanted to love you, I can not,
because in my soul I’m afraid.
I’m afraid to repeat again
the comedy that has buried me into suffering.
I gave you everything! …
I lost everything! …
I always put my whole soul
in any way,
enduring insults
and in the end
I lost my faith.

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Posted October 19, 2010 by Alberto & Valorie in Jose Canet

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