| Acaso te llamaras solamente María.
| Perhaps you were only called Maria.
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| No sé si eras el eco de una vieja canción
| I don't know if you were the echo of an old song
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| Pero hace mucho, mucho, fuiste hondamente mía
| But long, long ago, you were deeply mine
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| Sobre un paisaje triste, desmayado de amor…
| On a sad landscape, passed out with love...
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| El Otoño te trajo, mojando de agonía
| Autumn brought you, soaking with agony
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| Tu sombrerito pobre y el tapado marrón…
| Your poor little hat and brown coat…
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| Eras como la calle de la Melancolía
| You were like the street of Melancholy
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| Que llovía…llovía sobre mi corazón.
| That it was raining… it was raining on my heart.
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| María.
| Mary.
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| En las sombras de mi pieza
| In the shadows of my room
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| Es tu paso el que regresa…
| It is your step that returns...
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| María.
| Mary.
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| Y es tu voz, pequeña y triste
| And it's your voice, small and sad
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| La del día en que dijiste:
| The one on the day you said:
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| «Ya no hay nada entre los dos.»
| "There is nothing between the two anymore."
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| María.
| Mary.
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| La más mía. | The most mine. |
| La Lejana.
| The Faraway.
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| Si volviera otra mañana
| If I came back another morning
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| Por las calles del adiós.
| Through the streets of goodbye.
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| Tus ojos eran puertos que guardaban ausentes
| Your eyes were ports that kept absent
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| Su horizonte de sueños y un silencio de flor…
| Its horizon of dreams and the silence of a flower…
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| Pero tus manos buenas, regresaban presentes
| But your good hands returned presents
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| Para curar mi fiebre, desteñidas de amor…
| To cure my fever, faded with love...
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| Un Otoño te trajo. | An Autumn brought you. |
| Tu nombre era María
| your name was Maria
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| Y nunca supe nada de tu rumbo infeliz…
| And I never heard of your unhappy course...
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| Si eras como el paisaje de la Melancolía
| If you were like the landscape of Melancholy
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| Que llovía…llovía, sobre la calle gris… | That it was raining… it was raining, on the gray street… |