Dios te salve mi hijo - Agustin Magaldi traduction en anglais

Dios te salve mi hijo

Dios Te Salve Mi Hijo

Agustin Magaldi

El pueblito estaba lleno de personas forasteras,
Los caudillos desplegaban lo más rudo de su acción
Arengando a los paisanos a ganar las elecciones
Por la plate, por la tumba, por el voto o el facon.
Y al instante que cruzaban desfilando los contrarios
Un paisano grito: "viva!", y al caudillo menciono...
Y los otros respondieron sepultando sus puñales
En el cuerpo valeroso del paisano que grito.
Un viejito lentamente se quito el sombrero negro,

Estiro las piernas tibias del paisano que cayo,
Lo beso con toda su alma, puso un cristo entre sus dedos
Y goteando lagrimones entre dientes murmuro:
"Pobre m'hijo, quien diria que por noble y por valiente
Pagarla con su vida el sosten de una opinion!
Por no hacerme case, m'hijo, se lo diie tantas veces
No haga juicio a los discursos del dotor ni del patron.
Hace frio? Yerdad, m'hijo? ya se esta poniendo oscuro.
Tapese con este poncho y pa'siempre yevelo.
Es el mismo poncho pampa que en su cuna cuando chico
Muchas veces, hijo mio... Muchas veces lo tapo.
Yo vi'a d'ir al campo santo, y a la par de su aguelita,
Con mi daga y con mis uñas una fosa voy a abrir".
Y a su pobre madrecita. Y a su pobre madrecita
Le diré que usted se ha ido y que pronto va a venir
A las doce de la noche llego el viejo a su ranchito
Y con mucho disimulo a la vieja acaricio
Y le dijo tiemamente: "su cachorro se ha ido lejos,
Se arreglo con una tropa, le di el poncho y me beso.
Y ahuira, vieja, por las dudas, como el viaje es algo largo
Prendale unas cuantas velas, por si acaso, nada mas.
Arrodiyese y le reza, pa'que dios no lo abandone...
Y suplique por las almas que precisan luz y paz"

God Bless My Son

God Bless My Son

Agustin Magaldi

The town was full of outsiders,
The chieftains were taking their action to the extreme
Encouraging the countrymen to win the elections
By silver, by tomb, by vote or by knife.
And as the opponents marched in unison
A countryman shouted: "Long live!", and he mentioned the chieftain...
And the others replied, burying their knives
In the valiant body of the countryman who yelled.
An elderly man slowly took off his black hat,

He stretched the stiff legs of the fallen countryman,
He kissed him with all his soul, put a Christ between his fingers
And dripping teardrops whispered through gritted teeth:
"Poor my son, who would have thought that for being noble and valiant
He would pay with his life for upholding an opinion!
For not keeping quiet, my son, I told you so many times
Don't listen to the speeches of the doctor or the boss.
Are you cold? Right, my son? It's getting dark.
Cover yourself with this poncho and wear it forever.
It's the same poncho, my son, that when you were little, in your cradle
Many times, my son... Many times I covered you with it.
I'm going to the cemetery, and next to his grandmother,
With my dagger and with my nails, I'm going to dig a grave".
And to his poor little mother. And to his poor little mother
I'll tell her that you've gone and that soon you'll come back
At midnight the old man arrived at his little ranch
And very cautiously, he caressed the old woman
And he said to her tenderly: "your boy has gone far away,
He enlisted in a troop, I gave him the poncho and he kissed me.
And now, old woman, just in case, as the trip is very long
Light a few candles, just in case.
Kneel down and pray for him, so that God doesn't abandon him...
And pray for the souls that need light and peace"