Larbanois & Carrero - La Martín Aranda - translation of the lyrics into English

Lyrics and translation Larbanois & Carrero - La Martín Aranda




La Martín Aranda
La Martín Aranda
Señores me llamo Martín Aranda
Ladies, my name is Martín Aranda
Pa′ lo que precisen soy servidor
I'm here to help with whatever you need
Hijo de canarios nací en un rancho
Son of Canaries, I was born on a ranch
Quincha de escama, barro y terrón.
An adobe hut with scales, mud, and dirt.
Fuimos cinco hijos en poca tierra
We were five siblings on a small plot of land
Y tantos brazos no había lugar,
And there wasn't enough room for all our labor
Nos desparramamos como semillas
We scattered like seeds
Y algunos caímos por la ciudá.
And some of us ended up in the city.
Anduve rodando por un trabajo
I've been wandering around looking for work
Nadie precisaba e' mi habilidad
No one needs my skills
De llevar los bueyes cortando melgas
Of driving oxen through the fields
Ni de mi yeito p′ al alambrar.
Or my knack for fencing.
Por las tardecitas cuando amargueo
In the evenings, when I'm feeling down
A esa hora triste en que sangra el sol
At that sad hour when the sun bleeds
Me asaltan ganas de armar el bolso
I get this urge to pack my bags
Y perderme al tranco del obrador.
And run away from this construction site.
Paso las semanas orejeando un franco
I spend my weeks saving up my pennies
Los gurises lejos en el solar
My kids are far away on the farm
Y yo aquí galgueando entre los andamios
And here I am, hanging from scaffolding
D'estos camoatices de la ciudá.
In this concrete jungle of the city.
Si hay gente baquiana entre los terrones
If there are experienced hands out in the fields
Deshojando ovejas o echando el pial
Shearing sheep or throwing a lasso
Pa'que tanto campo vacío y solo
Why is there so much empty, lonely countryside
Y tanto solo junto aquí en la ciudá.
And so much loneliness here in the city?
Señores me llamo Martín Aranda
Ladies, my name is Martín Aranda
Pa′ lo que precisen soy servidor
I'm here to help with whatever you need
Hijo de canarios nací en un rancho
Son of Canaries, I was born on a ranch
Quincha de escama, barro y terrón.
An adobe hut with scales, mud, and dirt.





Writer(s): Luis Igarzábal, Mario Carrero


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