Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Quién Mató A Carmencita, artist - Victor Jara. Album song Canto Libre, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: EMI Chile
Song language: Spanish
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… |
(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... |