Paroles et traduction Julio Sosa feat. Armando Pontier y su Orquesta Tipica - El Rosal De Los Cerros

El Rosal De Los Cerros

Viene amagando la noche,
Trayendo enancada el agua
Castiga el viento los montes,
Quebrando sus verdes ramas
Se alborotan las haciendas,
Buscan guarida las aves
Y en la costa 'e los arroyos
Se despeinan los sauzales.
Al tranco corto de un zaino
Llegó el ausente a las casas
Traiba frío hasta en los huesos,
Pero calor en el alma.
Abrió la puerta extrañao,
Notando un silencio santo
Y junto a un candil que humeaba
Vio la traición dentro 'el rancho.
(Recitado)
Se le aflojaron las piernas
Al ver tamaña desgracia,
Se le extravió la mirada,
Se le añudó la garganta.
Trago saliva pa'dentro,
Sintió calor en la cara
Y mascando su dolor,
Dijo el criollo estas palabras.
"A usté debiera matarlo,
Pa'que soltase el veneno,
Pero al filo de mi daga
No ha de mellarlo un rastrero".
Mas luego mirando a su hembra:
"No temblés, no seas cobarde
Que no es a vos a quien busco,
Sino al hijo de mi sangre".
Saco el cachorro 'e la cuna,
Lo apretó contra su pecho
Y envolviéndolo en su poncho,
Salió con tranco resuelto.
Acomodó al inocente
En la cruz del zaino viejo
Y en la noche tormentosa,
Enderezó pa' los cerros.
Un relámpago siniestro
Cruzó por lo alto de un pico,
Y se vido al pobre gaucho,
Besando en la frente al hijo,
Tapó con su poncho pampa
Los ojos del zaino viejo
Y cerrándole las piernas,
Le puso a la muerte el pecho.
(Recitado)
Y en el lugar que cayeron,
Comenta la gente 'el cerro,
Que ha florecido un rosal
Que va cubriendo unos huesos.

The Rosebush of the Hills

Night draws near in deceitful guise,
Bringing with it the water in full stride.
The wind mercilessly lashes the mountains,
Breaking their verdant branches asunder.
Ranches are thrown into turmoil,
Birds seek shelter from the fray,
And on the banks of streams,
Willows are disheveled by the storm.
Riding his chestnut at a slow pace,
The absent one arrives home.
His body aches with cold,
But his soul burns with passion.
With a sense of unease, he opens the door,
Silence hangs heavy in the air.
By the flickering light of a candle,
He witnesses the betrayal in his own home.
(Recited)
His legs give way beneath him,
As he bears witness to this cruel fate.
His gaze wanders astray,
His throat tightens.
He swallows hard,
Heat rises to his face,
And through his sorrow, he utters,
These words of a desperate man.
"I should kill you,
To rid myself of this poison,
But the blade of my dagger,
Should not be sullied by a coward."
Then, turning his eyes to his unfaithful love:
"Do not tremble, do not cower,
For it is not you I seek,
But the son who bears my blood."
He takes the infant from its cradle,
And holds it close to his chest.
Wrapping it in his poncho,
He departs, his steps resolute.
He places the innocent child,
Upon the back of his aged chestnut steed.
And into the stormy night,
He rides toward the hills.
A sinister lightning bolt,
Illuminates the peak of a nearby mountain.
And there, in the flickering light,
A heartbroken father kisses his son's forehead.
With his poncho, he covers the eyes,
Of his faithful, aged chestnut steed.
And closing its legs together,
He offers himself to death.
(Recited)
And where they fell,
The people of the hills say,
A rosebush has blossomed,
Its blooms covering their bones.