Trapito

Rag

Trapito

When in the hours of anxious calmCuando en las horas de ansiosa calma
I search in her soul for faith and emotionBusco en su alma fe y emoción
I see in her eyes of despairVeo en sus ojos de desconsuelo
The dark veils of her passionLos negros velos de su pasión
Thinking alone, crying over her misfortunePensar a solas su mal llorando
Sad and pondering about her futureTriste y pensando en su porvenir
I saw her showing her sacrificeLa vi mostrando su sacrificio
Among the hustle and bustle of the TabarisEntre el bullicio del Tabaris

She knows that in all her pastSabe que en todo su pasado
The glory, by her sideLa gloria, de su lado
Quickly drifted awayMuy pronto se alejó
You can see, in her emaciated faceSe ve, en su cara demacrada
The trace of a sorrowLa huella de una pena
That speaks of her painQue dice su dolor

No one, seeing her, thinks she criesYa nadie, al verla, piensa que llora
The faith already lost in all her loveLa fe ya perdida de todo su amor
No one knows that in her tendernessYa nadie sabe que en su ternura
She seals the bitterness that was seen in her eyesSella la amargura que en sus ojos se vio

Everyone hears, from her dejected chestTodos escuchan, de su abatido pecho
The moan of her afflictionEl gemido de su aflicción
But no one sees that her tearsPero ninguno ve que su llanto
Break the spell of her illusionRompe el encanto de su ilusión
In vain she waits for peace and happinessEn vano espera paz y ventura
Her splendor no longer shinesYa no fulgura su esplendidez
She's a withered flower, a flower with petals fallingEs flor marchita, flor deshojada
That towards nothing goes in her old ageQue hacia la nada va en su vejez

She knows that she's no longer RagSabe que ya no es más Trapito
The beauty who to her little oneLa bella que a su hijito
Loved with blind faithLo amó con ciega fe
Destiny has shattered everythingTodo el destino ha destrozado
Her love, the most sacredSu amor, lo más sagrado
Her womanly charmSu encanto de mujer

Like a branchComo una rama
That the wind dragsQue arrastra el viento
Torment carries herLa lleva el tormento
With all her beingCon todo su ser
When I look at herCuando la miro
I think of the daysPienso el los días
That were joyQue ha sido alegría
In the Golden SalonEn el Salón Doré