Translation of the song lyrics Quién Mató A Carmencita - Victor Jara

Quién Mató A Carmencita (original)

Con su mejor vestido bien planchado, iba
Temblando de ansiedad sus lágrimas corrían
A los lejos gemidos de perros y de bocinas
El parque estaba oscuro y la ciudad dormía
Apenas quince años y su vida marchita
El hogar la aplastaba y el colegio aburría
En pasillos de radios su corazón latía
Deslumbrando sus ojos los ídolos del día
Los fríos traficantes de sueños en revistas
Que de la juventud engordan y profitan
Torcieron sus anhelos y le dieron mentiras
La dicha embotellada, amor y fantasía
Apenas quince años y su vida marchita…
Huyó, Carmencita murió
En sus sienes la rosa sangró
Partió a encontrar su ultima ilusión
La muchacha ignoraba que la envenenarían
Que toda aquella fábula no le pertenecía
Conocer ese mundo de marihuana y piscina
Con Braniff International viajar a la alegría
Su mundo era aquél, aquél del barrio Pila
De calles aplastadas, llenas de griterías
Su casa estrecha y baja, ayudar la cocina
Mientras agonizaba otros se enriquecían
Los diarios comentaron: causa desconocida…

Quién Mató A Carmencita (translation)

In her best well-pressed dress, she was
Trembling with anxiety her tears ran
In the distance moans of dogs and horns
The park was dark and the city slept
Barely fifteen years old and her life withered
The home crushed her and the school bored her
In corridors of radios her heart beat
Dazzling her eyes the idols of the day
The cold dealers of dreams in magazines
That of the youth they fatten and profit
They twisted her wishes and gave her lies
Bottled bliss, love and fantasy
Barely fifteen years old and his withered life…
She fled, Carmencita died
At her temples the rose bled
She left to find her last illusion
The girl did not know that they would poison her
That all that fable did not belong to him
Know that world of marijuana and swimming pool
With Braniff International travel to joy
Her world was that one, that of the Pila neighborhood
Of crushed streets, full of shouting
Her house narrow and low, help the kitchen
While she was dying others were getting rich
The newspapers commented: cause unknown...