Paroles et traduction Julio Sosa - Dios Te Salve M'Hijo

Dios Te Salve M'Hijo

El pueblito estaba lleno de personas forasteras,
Los caudillos desplegaban lo más rudo de su acción
Arengando a los paisanos a ganar las elecciones
Por la plate, por la tumba, por el voto o el facon.
Y al instante que cruzaban desfilando los contrarios
Un paisano grito: "viva!", y al caudillo menciono...
Y los otros respondieron sepultando sus puñales
En el cuerpo valeroso del paisano que grito.
Un viejito lentamente se quito el sombrero negro,
Estiro las piernas tibias del paisano que cayo,
Lo beso con toda su alma, puso un cristo entre sus dedos
Y goteando lagrimones entre dientes murmuro:
"Pobre m′hijo, quien diria que por noble y por valiente
Pagarla con su vida el sosten de una opinion!
Por no hacerme case, m'hijo, se lo diie tantas veces
No haga juicio a los discursos del dotor ni del patron.
Hace frio? Yerdad, m′hijo? ya se esta poniendo oscuro.
Tapese con este poncho y pa'siempre yevelo.
Es el mismo poncho pampa que en su cuna cuando chico
Muchas veces, hijo mio... Muchas veces lo tapo.
Yo vi'a d′ir al campo santo, y a la par de su aguelita,
Con mi daga y con mis uñas una fosa voy a abrir".
Y a su pobre madrecita. Y a su pobre madrecita
Le diré que usted se ha ido y que pronto va a venir
A las doce de la noche llego el viejo a su ranchito
Y con mucho disimulo a la vieja acaricio
Y le dijo tiemamente: "su cachorro se ha ido lejos,
Se arreglo con una tropa, le di el poncho y me beso.
Y ahuira, vieja, por las dudas, como el viaje es algo largo
Prendale unas cuantas velas, por si acaso, nada mas.
Arrodiyese y le reza, pa′que dios no lo abandone...
Y suplique por las almas que precisan luz y paz"

Dios Te Salve M'Hijo

The little town was full of foreigners,
The chieftains displayed the rudest of their actions,
Haranguing the countrymen to win the elections,
By the bullet, by the tomb, by the vote, or by the knife.
And the moment they crossed the parade of the opponents,
A countryman shouted "viva!", and mentioned the chieftain...
And the others responded by burying their daggers
In the courageous body of the countryman who shouted.
An old man slowly took off his black hat,
He stretched out the warm legs of the countryman who fell,
He kissed him with all his soul, put a Christ between his fingers,
And with dripping tears between his teeth he murmured:
"Poor m′son, who would have thought that for being noble and brave
He would pay with his life for upholding an opinion!
For not listening to me, my son, I told you so many times:
Don't pay attention to the speeches of the doctor or the boss.
Is it cold? Right, m′son? It's getting dark.
Cover yourself with this poncho and keep it forever.
It's the same pampa poncho that in his cradle when he was a child
Many times, my son, many times I covered him with it.
I'll go to the cemetery, and next to his grandmother,
With my dagger and my nails I'll dig a grave".
And to his poor mother, and to his poor mother
I'll tell him that you're gone and that you'll soon come back,
At midnight the old man arrived at his cottage,
And with much dissimulation he caressed the old woman,
And said to her tenderly: "her puppy has gone far away,
He joined a troop, I gave him the poncho and he kissed me.
And now, old woman, just in case, as the trip is somewhat long
Light a few candles, just in case, no more.
Kneel down and pray, so that God will not abandon him...
And pray for the souls that need light and peace"