Lyrics and translation Mercedes Sosa - El indio muerto - Remastered
El
cielo
está
enlutado
The
sky
is
in
mourning
De
opaco
poncho
de
nubes
With
a
dull
poncho
of
clouds
El
día
murió
a
lo
lejos
The
day
has
died
in
the
distance
Lo
están
velando
arreboles
Sunsets
are
watching
over
it
Los
cerros
devuelven
ecos
The
hills
echo
Del
canto
del
chilicote
The
song
of
the
nightjar
Que
perdido
entre
los
yuyos
Lost
among
the
weeds
Corea
responsos
tristes
Singing
sad
requiems
Ha
muerto
el
indio
poeta
The
Indian
poet
is
dead
Silencio
le
hacen
los
erkes
The
erkes
are
silent
in
his
honor
Y
en
los
arroyos
de
Anta
And
in
the
streams
of
Anta
Lloran
los
sauces
su
muerte
The
willows
weep
for
his
death
El
día
se
viene
lento
The
day
comes
slowly
Lo
esperan
rosadas
nubes
Rosy
clouds
await
it
Para
contarle
del
luto
To
tell
it
of
the
mourning
Que
embarga
a
los
hondos
valles
Engulfing
the
valleys
Indio
del
triste
silbo
Indian
with
the
sad
whistle
Tu
canto
lo
tiene
el
monte
The
mountains
hold
your
song
De
noche
lo
dará
al
viento
At
night
they
will
give
it
to
the
wind
Pa'que
lo
arree
por
los
aires
So
it
can
drive
it
through
the
air
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