Paroles et traduction José Larralde - Estatua de carne

Estatua de carne

Donde la tierra pampa abre su vientre
Evaporando al sol su sangre sabia
Mezclada con rocios de mañanas blancas
Mezclada con perfumes de pastizados vientos
Con mujidos agrestes, con relinchos violentos
Con cantares de pajaros aprestados al vuelo
Con retoños alzados de futuros eternos
Alli donde la tierra pampa se alza en hembra
Donde la luz del sol pega de frente
Donde la cantidad
No cuenta mas que para servir al numero
Donde el arroyo es vena que se retuerce en rubrica
De lo alto a lo bajo en bañadas lagunas
Donde la vida vive, donde muere la muerte
Donde la sombra dura lo que la luz conciente
Donde los ojos palpan con libertad profunda
El horizonte claro, la noche encanecida
Las auroras sonrrientes y arreboles sorados
Mi tierra pampade alla vengo
Sin haberme ido nunca, sin dejarla nunca
Tratando siempre de crecer por dentro
De alla vengo
Y traigo apadrinandome el recuerdo
La estatua de carne de una india pampa
Que sacudió mi verguenza
Hubiera querido hablar con ella, pero pa que
Tenia los ojos tan quietos,
Enterrados en mil surcos de arrugas
Que sombreaban las chuzas crinudas
Tupidas de negro tiznudo
Su nariz y su boca, indiferentes al olor y al gusto
Sus manos unidas en el cansancio de la falda
Flaca y estirada de años de preñez
Su pecho tan hundido
Que en la curva de su espalda
Se reflejaba el peso de sus senos
Abolsados rozando el estomago
Sus hombros oblicuos y pequeños
Demostraban que hasta el peso de los brazos
Cansa cuando siempre se las tuvo pa bajo
Recogiendo tiempo vacio de esperanza
Tal vez el polvoriento medano viajero
Alguna vez la llevo en ancas de paisajes nuevos
Tal vez el viento de la pampa vieja
Le canto coplas que aprendio de lejos
Y alla
Cuando el poniente se acurruca en sueños
Sintio que la nostagia le arrimaba leña
Pa quemar silencios
Tal vez se emborracho de orgia, de sexo
Que culminaba la novena lunasobre el cuero de oveja
Que se tiño de rojos pajarones y seco de olvido nuestra vuelta
Tal vez tiene la suerte de ser virgen
Aunque pariera mil por su bruta inocencia
Tal vez alguna vuelta se canso de esperar nada
Y cambio su espera por distancia
Distancia quieta
Retorcida en troncos de piquillinales
Con paciencia mortal
Pero latente hasta en la corteza de su rostro
Por que dios ha querido que su cuerpo y su alma
Sean una sola cosa
Hubiera querido hablar con ella
Pero, pa que
Pa clavar otro cristo sin mas vuelta
Pa arrancarle lo unico que le queda
Despues de haber vivido como nadie
Sin haber recibido ni el barato desden
Pal que molesta
Si hasta al perro se le dice juera
Cuando anda tironeando la osamenta
Lo unico que tiene el silencio
Y por que no da leche se lo deja
Los tiempos cambian
Los recuerdos quedan
Los hombres mueren cuando no hay verguenza
La sombra crece dentro e la conciecia
Si la conciencia no crece en la sombra
Yo me pregunto
Cuanto tiempo se precisa pa saber cada vez menos
En que lugar de vida nace la resignacion
Solamente el miedo incua diferencia
Y solamente del desdichado miedo ajeno
Se nutren los enfermo autodiferenciados de potencia
Inaceptable capricho de querer tapar el sol
Que nace para todos con el toxico aliento de la mentira
Negacion absoluta de razonamiento
Y pensar, y pensar que alli nomas
Desde donde pa cualquier lado se mira adentro
Donde la luz y la sombra se juntan
Pa algo mas que pa que pase un dia
Donde el acenso de los caldenes
Contrasta con la siembra madurez y cosecha de trigales
Alli nomas, donde un dia la lanza metio punta
Y el sable revolvio polvaredas, en quita y en defensa
En putiada que se quedo colgando
En una baba de cansancio y agonia
Donde la sangre gastada que mojaba el suelo
Hoy mismo se evapora
Y sigue arrebolando cielos de auroras y ponientes
Donde el viento se ayunta
Cuando al cielo se arriman nubarrones
Alli nomas la vi sentada
Con sus ojos tan quietos
Con el tiempo metido hasta en las uñas
Con el sosiego entero escrito en el espinazo
La estatua de carne
Que enarbola siglos de olvido y de miseria
Me senti tan pequeño ante tanta grandeza
De que vale mi canto sin tu algo
Si algun dia llegara mi copla hasta tu oido
No pienses que te estoy utilizando
La sucia diferencia que separa
La invento dios como castigo
Que habremos de pagar tarde o temprano
Sin tener mas que el alma por testigo

Meat statue

Where the pampas earth opens its belly
Evaporating in the sun his wise blood
Mixed with the dew of white mornings
Mixed with pastizados vientos perfumes
With wild mujidos, with violent whinnies
With songs of birds ready to fly
With uplifted shoots of eternal futures
There where the pampas land rises in female
Where the sunlight hits head on
Where the amount
It only counts to serve the number
Where the stream is vein that twists in rubrica
From high to low in bathed lagoons
Where life lives, where death dies
Where the shadow lasts as long as the conscious light
Where the eyes touch with deep freedom
The clear horizon, the graying night
The smiling auroras and sad arroboles
My land pampade there I come
Without ever having left, without ever leaving her
Always trying to grow inside
That's where I'm coming from
And I bring sponsoring the memory
The meat statue of an Indian pampa
That shook my shame
I would have liked to talk to her, but...
Her eyes were so still,
Buried in a thousand furrows of wrinkles
That shaded the maned chuzas
Thickets of black tiznudo
His nose and his mouth, indifferent to smell and taste
Her hands joined in the weariness of the skirt
Skinny and stretched out from years of pregnancy
His chest so sunken
That in the curve of his back
The weight of her breasts was reflected
Dented rubbing the stomach
His oblique and small shoulders
They showed that even the weight of the arms
Tired when he always had them pa low
Collecting empty time of hope
Maybe the dusty traveling medano
Sometimes I take her on the haunches of new landscapes
Maybe the wind from the old pampa
I sing him couplets that I learned from afar
And there
When the westeros is curled up in dreams
He felt that the nostalgia was bringing him wood
To burn silences
Maybe he got drunk from orgy, from sex
That culminated the ninth moon on the sheepskin
That was dyed with red birds and dry of forgetting our return
Maybe she's lucky enough to be a virgin
Even if he gave birth to a thousand for his brute innocence
Maybe some time back he got tired of waiting for nothing
And I change his waiting for distance
Still distance
Twisted in piquillinal trunks
With deadly patience
But latent even in the bark of his face
Because God has willed that his body and his soul
Be one thing
I would have liked to talk to her
But, pa that
To nail another Christ without more return
To tear away the only thing he has left
After having lived like nobody
Without having received even the cheap desden
Pal who bothers
If even the dog is called juera
When he's pulling the bone
The only thing that silence has
And why doesn't she give milk she lets it
Times are changing
The memories remain
Men die when there is no shame
The shadow grows inside and the consciousness
If consciousness does not grow in the shadow
I wonder
How long it takes to know less and less
In which place of life resignation is born
Only fear makes a difference
And only from the unfortunate alien fear
The self-differentiated patients of potency are nourished
Unacceptable whim of wanting to cover the sun
That is born for everyone with the toxic breath of lies
Absolute denial of reasoning
And to think, and to think that there you
From where any side looks inside
Where light and shadow come together
For something more than for a day to pass
Where the rise of the calden
Contrasts with the sowing maturity and harvesting of wheat fields
There you go, where one day the spear pointed
And the saber revolvio polvaredas, in removal and in defense
In fuck that was left hanging
In a slime of tiredness and agony
Where the spent blood that was wetting the floor
Today it evaporates
And continues to swarm skies of auroras and westeros
Where the wind comes together
When the clouds come to the sky
I just saw her sitting there.
With her eyes so still
With time even stuck in the nails
With the entire calm written on the spine
The meat statue
That flies centuries of forgetfulness and misery
I felt so small in the face of so much greatness
Of what is my singing worth without your something
If one day my couplet reaches your ear
Don't think I'm using you
The dirty difference that separates
God invented it as a punishment.
That we will have to pay sooner or later
Without having more than the soul as a witness