Paroles et traduction Atahualpa Yupanqui - Milonga del Solitario

Milonga del Solitario

Sin presumir de cantar
Porque no soy presumindo
De mi silencio he salido pa preludiar mi dolor
Mi canto no es el rumor de una vertiente serrana
No tiene sol de mañana, tampoco refleja estrellas
Pero se va por la huella derecho al alma paisana

Yo no tengo gorgoritos ni nunca los precisé
Toda la vida cante como acogotando un grito
Pa versear yo necesito cancha libre y atencion
Corro de un solo tiron montao en mis sentimientos
Lo que me falta de aliento me sobre de corazón

Vengo a decirles mi adios
Mi saino inquieto me espera
Nos iremos campo afuera para perdernos los dos
Mi redomon comprendio que mi pena es resongona
Y sin sentir las lloronas se mantiene bien despierto
El sabe bien que ni muerto me baja de la carona

Toda la noche cantando
Con el alma estremecida
Que el canto es la abierta herida de un sentimiento sagrado
Anaida tengo a mi lado porque no busco pieda
Desprecio la caridad por la verguenza que encierra
Soy como el dios de las sierras
Vivo y muero en soledad

Milonga of the Solitary Man

Without boasting of my singing,
For I'm not one to boast,
From my silence I've emerged to prelude my pain.
My song isn't the murmur of a mountain spring,
It doesn't have the morning sun, nor does it reflect the stars.
But it goes along the path, straight to the country soul.

I don't have trills, nor have I ever needed them.
All my life I've sung as if stifling a cry.
To verse, I need open space and attention.
I run in a single stretch, mounted on my feelings.
What I lack in breath, I have in excess of heart.

I come to say my goodbye,
My restless spirit awaits me.
We'll go out into the countryside, for us both to get lost.
My roan understood that my sorrow is grumbling,
And without feeling the weeping willows, he stays wide awake.
He knows well that not even dead will I get off his back.

All night singing,
With my soul trembling,
For song is the open wound of a sacred feeling.
I have my pride beside me, because I don't seek pity.
I despise charity for the shame it holds.
I'm like the god of the mountains,
I live and die in solitude.