Un Poco Tarde - José Feliciano

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…

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...