Roberto Goyeneche — Pobre Colombina song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pobre Colombina" by Roberto Goyeneche.
Lyrics
La fiesta está en su apogeo,
la eterna paz se quebranta;
las mascaritas sus voces levantan,
el dios Momo canta, ríe el dios Morfeo.
La fiesta está en su apogeo,
todas son bromas y chistes;
la Colombina tan sólo está triste,
de luto se viste, no quiere cantar.
La Colombina está triste y da pena
pobrecita nena, tan linda y tan buena.
La que antes fue reina de la alegría,
sus gracias lucía y siempre reía,
no quiere cantar, no quiere reír;
tan grande es la pena que la hace sufrir,
le pide al Supremo, la deje morir.
Es que Pierrot la ha engañado,
se fue con su mandolina
siguiendo el paso de otra colombina,
de líneas más finas, de pelo ondulado.
Mas no sabe que ha dejado
un corazón dolorido
pero después volverá arrepentido
y al ver solo el nido tendrá que llorar.
Lyrics translation
The party is at its peak,
eternal peace is broken;
the little masks their voices raise,
the God Momo sings, the God Morpheus laughs.
The party is at its peak,
they're all jokes and Jokes;
the Colombina is just sad,
in mourning she dresses, she does not want to sing.
The Colombina is sad and pitiful
poor baby, so pretty and so good.
The one who once was Queen of joy,
his graces lucía and always laughed,
he doesn't want to sing, he doesn't want to laugh.;
so great is the pain that makes her suffer,
he asks the Supreme, let her die.
It's just that Pierrot cheated on her.,
he left with his mandolin
following in the footsteps of another colombina,
thinner lines, wavy hair.
But he doesn't know what he's left
a sore heart
but then he'll come back repentant
and seeing only the Nest will have to cry.