Paroles et traduction Atahualpa Yupanqui - El Aromo

El Aromo

Hay un aromo nacido
En la grieta de una piedra
Hay un aromo nacido
En la grieta de una piedra
Parece que la rompió pa salir de adentro de ella
Parece que la rompió pa salir de adentro de ella

Está en un alto pelao
No tiene ni un yuyo cerca
Viéndolo solo y florido tuito el monte lo envidea
Lo miran a la distancia
Árboles y enredaderas
Diciéndose con rencor: "pa uno solo, cuánta tierra"

En oro le ofrece al sol
Pagar la luz que le presta
Y como tiene de más, puñados por el suelo siembra
Salud, plata y alegría
Tuito al aromo le suebra
A según ven los demás desde el lugar en que lo observan

Pero hay que ir y fijarse
Cómo lo estruja la piedra
Fijarse que es un martirio la vida que le envidean
En ese rajón el árbol nació por su mala estrella
Y en vez de morirse triste
Se hace flores de sus penas

Como no tiene reparo
Todos los vientos le pegan
Como no tiene reparo
Todos los vientos le pegan
Las heladas lo castigan
L'agua pasa y no se queda

Ansina vive el aromo
Sin que ninguno lo sepa
Con su poquito de orgullo
Porque es justo que lo tenga

Pero con l'alma tan linda
Que no le brota una queja
Que no teniendo alegrías
Se hace flores de sus penas
Eso habrían de envidiarle
Los otros, si lo supieran

The Aromo Tree

There's an aromo tree growing
In a crack within a stone
There's an aromo tree growing
In a crack within a stone
It seems it broke it just to come out from inside, my love
It seems it broke it just to come out from inside, my love

It stands on a barren height
With not a single weed near
Seeing it alone and flowering, the whole mountain envies it, dear
They watch it from afar, you see
Trees and climbing vines so green
Saying with resentment: "for just one, so much land is seen"

In gold it offers the sun
To pay for the light it lends
And since it has to spare, it scatters handfuls on the ground, my friend
Health, silver, and happiness too
Everything overflows for the aromo, it's true
According to what others see from where they observe, my sweet

But you have to go and look closely
How the stone constricts its form
See that it's a martyrdom, the life they envy and scorn
In that crevice, the tree was born under an unlucky star, I fear
And instead of dying sadly, my dear
It makes flowers from its pain and tears

As it has no shelter from the storm
All the winds beat on it hard
As it has no shelter from the storm
All the winds beat on it hard
The frosts punish it, leaving its mark
The water passes and doesn't stay, my spark

That's how the aromo lives its days
Without anyone knowing its ways
With its little bit of pride it holds
Because it's right that it should, I'm told

But with a soul so beautiful and bright
Not a single complaint takes flight
That having no joys of its own to claim
It makes flowers from its sorrow and pain
That's what they should envy, it's plain
The others, if only they knew, my jane