Quién Mató A Carmencita - Victor Jara
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Quién Mató A Carmencita - Victor Jara

Альбом
Canto Libre
Год
2006
Язык
`Spanish`
Длительность
286330

Below is the lyrics of the song Quién Mató A Carmencita , artist - Victor Jara with translation

Lyrics " Quién Mató A Carmencita "

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Quién Mató A Carmencita

Victor Jara

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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…

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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...

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