La Copla - Remastered - Atahualpa Yupanqui Übersetzung ins Englische

La Copla - Remastered

Lorirururu, rururururú
Ruruiruru, rurururú

Pescador de mar adentro, mi amigo siempre cantaba
Su copla llegó una tarde con el adiós de la barca

Vi correr sangre minera por un pan endurecido
Junto a la mano crispada, la luna se volvió trigo

Rurururu, rurururu, rurururuirururú
No me dé pena la vida, me sobra con la que tengo
Como el quebracho del monte, sobre el hachazo florezco

Trabaja el indio en la piedra su socavón de silencio
A su sombra se cobija mi corazón cancionero

Rurururu, rurururu, rurururuirururú
Lo siento gemir al viento, cruzando monte de espinas
Salgo al camino y le grito para servirle de guía

Allá por el cielo, arriba, va la luna lastimada
Como una copla perdida que ya no tiene guitarra

Trurururu, ruruiruru, rurururuirururú
Rurururu, rurururuirururú
Trabaja el indio en la piedra su socavón de silencio
Y a su sombra se cobija mi corazón cancionero

Trurururu, rurururuirururú

The Ballad - Remastered

Lorirururu, rururururú
Ruruiruru, rurururú

A deep-sea fisherman, my friend, was always singing,
His ballad arrived one afternoon with the boat's farewell.

I saw miner's blood flow for a hardened piece of bread,
Next to the clenched hand, the moon turned into wheat.

Rurururu, rurururu, rurururuirururú
Don't feel sorry for my life, my love, I have more than enough,
Like the quebracho tree of the mountain, I blossom over the axe's blow.

The Indian works the stone, his silent tunnel of toil,
In its shadow, my singing heart finds shelter.

Rurururu, rurururu, rurururuirururú
I hear the wind moan, crossing a mountain of thorns,
I go out on the road and shout to guide it.

Up there in the sky, the moon is hurt,
Like a lost ballad that no longer has a guitar.

Trurururu, ruruiruru, rurururuirururú
Rurururu, rurururuirururú
The Indian works the stone, his silent tunnel of toil,
And in its shadow, my singing heart finds shelter.

Trurururu, rurururuirururú