Lyrics and translation Luar Na Lubre - Romance de Don Gaiferos

Romance de Don Gaiferos

I onde vai aquil romeiro,
Meu romeiro a donde irá,
Camiño de Compostela,
Non sei se alí chegará.

Os pés leva cheos de sangue,
Xa non pode máis andar,
Malpocado, probe vello,
Non sei se al í chegará.

Ten longas e brancas barbas,
Ollos de doce mirar,
Ollos gazos leonados,
Verdes como a auga do mar.

-I onde ides meu romeiro,
Onde querede s chegar?
Camiño de Compostela
Donde teño o meu fogar.

-Compostela é miña terra,
Deixeina sete anos hai,
Relucinte en sete soles,
Brilante como un altar.

-Cóllase a min meu velliño,
Vamos xuntos camiñar,
Eu son trobeiro das trobas
Da Virxe de Bonaval.

- I eu chámome don Gaiferos,
Gaiferos de Mormaltán,
Se agora non teño forzas,
Meu Santiago mas dará.

Chegaron a Compostela,
Foron á Catedral,
Ai, desta maneira falou
Gai fe ros de Mormaltán:

-Gracias meu señor Santiago,
Aos vosos pés me tes xa,
Si queres tirarme a vida,
Pódesma señor tirar,
Porque morrerei contento
Nesta santa Catedral .

E o vello das brancas barbas
Caíu tendido no chan,
Pechou os seus ollos verdes,
Verdes como a auga do mar.

O bispo que esto oíu,
Al í o mandou enterrar
E así morreu señores,
Gaiferos de Mormaltán.

Iste é un dos moitos miragres
Que Santiago Apóstol fai.

Romance of Don Gaiferos

And where does the pilgrim go?
O pilgrim, where will you be?
On the road to Compostela.
I don't know if he'll get there.

His feet are filled with blood,
He cannot walk anymore,
Poor wretched old man.
I don't know if he'll get there.

He has long white hair,
Eyes of gentle gaze,
Eyes of clear hazel,
Green as the water of the sea.

-O where do you go, pilgrim,
Where do you wish to get to?
To the road of Compostela,
Where I have my home.

-Compostela is my homeland,
I left it seven years ago,
In the glare of seven suns,
Shining like an altar.

-Lean on me, old man,
Let us walk together,
I am a poet of love songs,
Of the Virgin of Bonaval.

-And I am called Don Gaiferos,
Gaiferos of Mormaltán,
If I have no strength now,
My Saint James will give it to me.

They arrived in Compostela,
They went to the Cathedral,
There spoke as follows
Gaiferos of Mormaltán:

-Thanks, my Lord Saint James,
I am at your feet now,
If you wish to take my life,
You can take it, sir,
For I will die content
In this holy Cathedral.

And the old man with the white beard
Fell flat on the ground,
He closed his green eyes,
Green as the water of the sea.

The bishop who heard this,
Ordered him to be buried there,
And so he died, gentlemen,
Gaiferos of Mormaltán.

This is one of many miracles
That the Apostle Saint James performs.