Paroles et traduction José Larralde - Como Quien Mira una Espera

Como Quien Mira una Espera

Ayer lo vi que pasaba
Bajando el cura malal
Esquivándole al toscal
Buscando la paja brava
Llevaba al cinto la pava
Y el de barrera en la mano
Y parecía un aeroplano
Cuando el viento le pegaba
Bajando el cura malal
Ayer lo vi que pasaba
No le pregunté siquiera
De dónde y pa′ dónde iba
Que ni va a gastar saliva
Me dije cundo me viera
Y así fue de tal manera
No atine ni a saludarlo
Y me dediqué a mirarlo
Como quien mira una espera
De dónde y pa' dónde iba
No le pregunté siquiera
No le cierre la tranquera
Al dueño del horizonte
Me dije olfateando el monte
Con restos de primavera
No le adjudique trinchera
Que naides quiere esconderse
Y alcanza con no moverse
Pa andar una vida entera
Al dueño del horizonte
No le cierre la tranquera
Anduvo buscando cielo
Desde que era borreguito
Y vivió mascando un grito
Por el nunca de un anhelo
Pa′ no remontar el vuelo
Se enredó entre la gramilla
Y es como una gran astilla
Que se mueve por el suelo
Dende que era borreguito
Anduvo buscando el cielo
De tiempo en tiempo lo veo
Subiendo o bajando el cauce
O chiflando bajo un sauce
Chuciandolo al bicho feo
Horas y horas y el deseo
Que algún bagre se suicide
O alguna perdiz descuide
El rumbo de su aleteo
Subiendo o bajando el cauce
De tiempo en tiempo lo veo
Ayer lo vi que pasaba
Bajando el cura malal
Esquivándolo al toscal
Buscando la paja brava
Llevaba al cinto la pava
Y el de barrera en la mano
Y parecía un aeroplano
Cuando el viento le pegaba
Bajando el cura malal
Ayer lo vi que pasaba
Como los arroyos el hombre
Suele ser un montón de recovecos
Baja la vida con apenas un murmullo
El hombre de las nutrias sabe de eso
Por eso palpita junto al corazón del agua

Like Someone Watching a Hope

Yesterday I saw him pass by
Coming down the rocky hillside
Dodging the brush
Searching for the tall grass
He carried a shotgun at his waist
And a knife in his hand
And he looked like an airplane
When the wind hit him
Coming down the rocky hillside
Yesterday I saw him pass by
I didn't even ask him
Where he was coming from or going to
He wouldn't have wasted his breath
I said to myself when he saw me
And so it was
I didn't even wave
And I just watched him
Like someone watching a hope
Where he was coming from or going to
I didn't even ask him
Don't close the gate
On the master of the horizon
I said to myself, smelling the mountain
With traces of spring
Don't give him a trench
That no one wants to hide
And it's enough not to move
To live a lifetime
On the master of the horizon
Don't close the gate
He's been searching for heaven
Since he was a little lamb
And lived with a cry in his throat
For the never of a desire
So as not to fly away
He got tangled in the grass
And is like a great splinter
That moves along the ground
Since he was a little lamb
He's been searching for heaven
From time to time I see him
Going up or down the riverbank
Or whistling under a willow
Cursing the ugly creature
Hours and hours and the desire
That some catfish might commit suicide
Or some partridge might forget
The direction of its flight
Going up or down the riverbank
From time to time I see him
Yesterday I saw him pass by
Coming down the rocky hillside
Dodging the brush
Searching for the tall grass
He carried a shotgun at his waist
And a knife in his hand
And he looked like an airplane
When the wind hit him
Coming down the rocky hillside
Yesterday I saw him pass by
Like the streams, man
Is often a lot of nooks and crannies
Life goes down with barely a murmur
The otter man knows about that
That's why he beats alongside the heart of the water