Singer: Osvaldo PUGLIESESinger 2: Alberto MoranComposer: Luis BernsteinAuthor: Jesús Fernández Blanco
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Lyrics
Llevo, como abrojito, prendido dentro del corazón una pena porque te fuiste, ingrata, del nido y mi vida tan serena condenaste así al dolor. Nunca podré arrancar de mi pecho, ¡nunca! el abrojito punzante. Y ando, por todo el mal que me has hecho con el alma agonizante, sin fe, sin nido, ni amor... No sé por qué te alejaste de mí si yo te adoré con creciente fervor. No sé por qué me engañabas así, sin demostrar tu desamor... Con tu querer, yo era un hombre feliz y nunca pensé que tu ardiente pasión era el puñal que me habría de abrir esta herida de mi corazón. Quiero que en tu vivir errabundo, sepas que solo y entristecido marcho por los senderos del mundo, con recuerdos que han prendido como abrojos de cardal... Pido que alguna vez tropecemos para saber si al fin has hallado todo lo que inconsciente has soñado. ¡Y quizá después podamos volver los dos a empezar!
English translation
I carry, like a little thorn, a pain inside my heart a sorrow because you left, ungrateful, from the nest and my life so serene you thus condemned to pain. I will never be able to tear from my breast, never! the piercing thorn. And I walk, for all the evil you have done me with an agonizing soul, without faith, without nest, without love... I don't know why you turned away from me if I adored you with growing fervor. I don't know why you deceived me like that, without showing your lack of love... With your love, I was a happy man and I never thought that your burning passion was the dagger that was to open up this wound in my heart. I want that in your wandering life I want you to know that alone and saddened I walk the paths of the world with memories that have taken hold like thistles of a thistle... I ask that sometime we stumble to know if at last you have found all that you have unconsciously dreamed of. And maybe afterwards we can both of us can start again!






























