Paroles et traduction José Larralde - De tanto saber tan poco

De tanto saber tan poco

Dicen que muere la noche cuando aparece la aurora
Dicen que muere la noche cuando aparece la aurora
Naide me pudo explicar cual es la mas volvedora
Naide me pudo explicar cual es la mas volvedora.
Dicen que nace el lucero dende el vientre de la sombra
Dicen que nace el lucero dende el vientre de la sombra
Amalhaya con mi noche machorra que ni te nombran
Amalhaya con mi noche machorra que ni te nombran.
Noche con luz en los ojos y con sombra en las entraña
Refugio de los olvido con recuerdos que se ensañan.
Dicen que la caña olvida, dicen que el vino remedia
Yo pienso que atrás del trago hay otra pena que asedia
Tal vez le he errado al camino, tal vez el me ha errado a mí
Pero he marcado tantas huella de tanto ir y venir
Que a veces me destrabeo que ni se pa' donde seguir.
Tal vez el mismo camino que me ha obligado a tranquear
A veces me echa un parate que apadrina un recular
Suerte que soy medio arisco de no me ensilla nomás.
Tal vez de andar chucareando sin mas bozal que el pampero
A la primera sentada dejé el cabestro hecho un fleco
Nunca me gustó el palenque ni la manea ni el freno
No se si me he equivocáu, tampoco me importa saberlo
De tanto saber tan poco, soy sabio pa' mis derecho.

Where there’s so much ignorance

They say that night will end when light of dawn will start
They say that night will end when light of dawn will start
No one has ever cared to explain which one goes the farthest
No one has ever cared to explain which one goes the farthest.
They say a star is born in the belly of a shade
They say a star is born in the belly of a shade
May I be cursed with my beastly night, which they don’t even tell
May I be cursed with my beastly night, which they don’t even tell.
Night with light in the eyes and shade in the guts
Shelter of the forgotten with memories that torment.
They say cane forgets, they say wine is the cure
I think that after a swig there’s another pain that besieges
Maybe I got the path wrong, maybe it got me wrong
But I have been making so many footprints going back and fort
That sometimes I get sidetracked and don’t know where to go.
Maybe the same path that made me go so slow
Sometimes it puts me on hold and makes me go back
Lucky that I’m a bit of a rebel and won’t just be saddled.
Maybe from going around scrounging without a muzzle than the wind
The first time I sat down I left the halter all tangled
I’ve never liked the corral, nor the rope, nor the bridle
I don’t know if I’ve made a mistake, nor does it matter to me
Where there’s so much ignorance, I am wise in my rights.