Victor Jara — Quién Mató A Carmencita song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Quién Mató A Carmencita" by Victor Jara.
Lyrics
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…
Lyrics translation
With her best dress well ironed, she would
Trembling with anxiety his tears ran
In the distance moans of dogs and horns
The park was dark and the city was asleep
Barely fifteen years and his life withered
The home was crushing her and the school was boring
In radio corridors his heart was beating
Dazzling their eyes the idols of the day
The cold dream dealers in magazines
That of youth grow fat and profit
They twisted their desires and gave him lies
Bottled bliss, love and fantasy
Barely fifteen years and his life withered…
She ran away, Carmencita died
On his temples the Rose bled
He set out to find his last illusion
The girl didn't know she'd be poisoned.
That all that Fable did not belong to him
Know that world of marijuana and pool
With Braniff International travel to Joy
His world was that, that of the Pila neighborhood
Of crushed streets, full of screams
Your house narrow and Low, help the kitchen
While he was dying, others got rich.
The newspapers commented: cause unknown…