Lyrics of Un Poco Tarde - José Feliciano

Un Poco Tarde (original)

Aquel dia que dejaste
Un papel sobre la mesa
4 lineas que decian: perdoname si me voy
Quise ir detras tus pasos
Con el ansia de vengarme para gritarte mis desprecios
Como una mujer cobarde
Y a los perros arrojarle tu maldito corazon…
Quise ir detras tus huellas
Pero algo me detuvo
Era un niño que lloraba
Preguntandome por ti
No conforme como pude
Lo estreche entre mis brazos
Despues de llamarte mucho
Se durmio en mi regazo
Y mi pelo fue pañuelo que seco su lagrimon…
Desde entonces nuestro hijo
Se olvido de que existias
Yo le dije que su madre para el cielo se volo
Desde entonces tu retrato
Siempre tiene muchas flores
No le falta una plegaria que el te reza por las noches
Y si alguno a ti te nombre el le dice: se murio…
5 años no es un dia, has llegado un poco tarde
Es inutil que pretendas
Otra vez aqui volver
8 ahos tiene el nene y ese 5 que te reza
El me dice que te ocultas
Bajo el brillo de una estrella
Te das cuenta tu si has muerto, pra mi y para el…
Si quieres que te perdone, por el danho que me has hecho
Te juro que no te guardo
Ni un poquito de rencor
Si necesitas cualquier cosa
Aqui esta mi mano abierta
Todo, todo te lo ofrezco
Menos cruzar esa puerta
Y tendras un lugarcito en mi noble corazon…
Pero antes que te vayas
Voy a llamar a el niño
Que el vea que en tus ojos
Ni una lagrima se ve
Dile que tu fuiste amiga
De su madre y es por eso que quieres mirarlo cerca
Y estrecharle un fuerte beso, y no vuelvas nunca nunca
Para su mal o su bien
Y no vuelvas nunca nunca
Para su mal o su bien…

(translation)

that day you left
A piece of paper on the table
4 lines that said: forgive me if I leave
I wanted to go after your steps
With the desire to take revenge to shout my contempt at you
like a cowardly woman
And throw your damn heart at the dogs...
I wanted to go after your footprints
But something stopped me
I was a crying child
asking me about you
Not as satisfied as I could
I held him in my arms
After calling you a lot
He fell asleep on my lap
And my hair was a handkerchief that dried his tears…
Since then our son
I forgot that you existed
I told him that his mother flew from him to heaven
Since then your portrait
always has many flowers
He does not lack a prayer that he prays to you at night
And if someone names you, he says: he died...
5 years is not a day, you are a little late
It is useless for you to pretend
again here to return
The boy is 8 years old and that 5 who prays to you
He tells me that you hide
Under the shine of a star
Do you realize if you have died, for me and for him...
If you want me to forgive you, for the damage you have done to me
I swear I don't save you
Not a bit of rancor
If you need anything
Here is my open hand
Everything, everything I offer you
Less walk through that door
And you will have a little place in my noble heart…
But before you go
I'm going to call the boy
Let him see that in your eyes
not a tear is seen
Tell him that you were a friend
From his mother to him and that's why you want to watch him closely
And shake him a strong kiss, and never ever come back
For his ill of him or his good
And never ever come back
For his bad or his good...