Paroles et traduction José Larralde - Temblando

Temblando

Linda estaba la tarde en que la vide,
El patio de su rancho acomodando
Y aunque guapo pa′todo me sentía,
No pude hablarle y me quedé temblando.
Estaba como nunca la había visto,
Vestido livianito de zaraza,
Con el pelo volcao sobre los hombros
Era una virgen que encontré en la casa.
Ni ella ni yo, ninguno dijo nada,
Con sus ojazos me siguió quemando,
Dejó la escoba que tenía en la mano,
Me quiso hablar y se quedó temblando.
Era el recuerdo del amor primero,
Amor nacido en una edad temprana,
Como esas flores rústicas del campo
Que nacen de la noche a la mañana.
Amor que está oculto en los adobes
De su rancho paterno tan sencillo
Y en la corteza del ombú del patio
Escrito con la punta del cuchillo.
Me di vuelta pisando despacito,
Como quien desconfía de una trampa,
Envolviendo recuerdos y emociones
Entre las listas de mi poncho pampa.
No sé que me pasó, monté a caballo
Y me fui galopiando a ríenda suelta,
Con todos los recuerdos y emociones
Que en las listas del poncho saqué envueltas.
Linda estaba la tarde en que la vide,
El patio de su rancho acomodando.
La tarde en que guapo me sentía
No pude hablarle y me quedé temblando.

Trembling

The afternoon was beautiful when I saw her,
Arranging the yard of his ranch
And though I felt handsome for everything,
I couldn't talk to her and I stood there trembling.
She was like I had never seen her before,
Wearing a light dress of calico,
With her hair flowing over her shoulders
She was a virgin I found in the house.
Neither she nor I, neither said anything,
With her big eyes she kept burning me,
She dropped the broom she had in her hand,
She wanted to speak to me and she stood there trembling.
It was the memory of first love,
A love born at an early age,
Like those rustic flowers of the field
That are born from night to morning.
A love that is hidden in the adobe
Of his unpretentious father's ranch
And in the bark of the ombú tree in the yard
Written with the tip of a knife.
I turned around stepping softly,
Like someone who mistrusts a trap,
Wrapping memories and emotions
Between the stripes of my pampa poncho.
I don't know what happened to me, I mounted my horse
And I galloped away at full speed,
With all the memories and emotions
That I had wrapped up in the stripes of my poncho.
The afternoon was beautiful when I saw her,
Arranging the yard of his ranch.
The afternoon when I felt handsome
I couldn't talk to her and I stood there trembling.