Paroles et traduction Larbanois & Carrero, Ana Prada & "Pata" Kramer - Cosas de Campaña

Cosas de Campaña

Verso
"Por el piquete el recuerdo,
Pasan trotando mis fletes.
Allí los dejé, pastando.
Allí los encuentro siempre."

Aquel bayo, crin plateada
Qué figura y qué prestancia
Andaba como a saltitos
Su trote como de hamaca.
Tuve un amor y en el bayo
Lo saqué a pasear en ancas.

Trote y trote parejito,
Pa' andar en yunta o solito
Pa entrar en cabilaciones
Proseando con uno mismo.
Trote y trote parejito,
Pa' andar en yunta o solito.

Recuerdo una mala cara
Que andaba como espantada
Con cualquier sombra en el campo
Pegaba tal costalada.
Que si la cincha iba floja
Hasta el recaume voleaba.

Trote y trote parejito
Por la cuchilla o el bajo,
A vece' hay que hacer un alto
Pa' acomodarse al caballo.
A la querencia silbando
Ya he de volverme algún día
A arrejuntar mi tropilla y
Hundirme en la serranía.

Tuve un tosta humano blanca
Del lado de atar el lazo.
Y del lado de subir,
Blancas la pata y el vaso.
Bien dice el flete cruzao'
Antes muerto que cansao'.

Trote y trote parejito,
Trote y trote rendidor.
No existe camino largo,
Cuando estriba el corazón.

Trote y trote parejito,
Trote y trote rendidor.

La tordillita menuda
Que siempre iba pa' adelante
Mansita y escarceadora,
Especial pa los apartes.
Había que verle el cuerpito
Trajinando en esas artes.

Trote y trote parejito,
Y atropelle que dispara
No hace falta ser nervioso
Pa' entender bien la jugada.

A la querencia silbando
Ya he de volverme algún día
Pa' arrejuntar mi tropilla
Y hundirme en la serranía.

Campaign Things

Verse
“Through the picket the memory,
My horses trot past.
There I left them, grazing.
I always find them there.”

That silvery-maned bay
What a figure and what a presence
He walked like skipping
His trot like a hammock.
I had a love and on the bay
I took her out for a ride on the back.

Trot and trot evenly,
To go in a yoke or alone
To enter into cogitations
Conversing with oneself.
Trot and trot evenly,
To go in a yoke or alone.

I remember a bad face
That walked like a scatterbrain
With any shadow in the field
He would hit such a costalada.
That if the cinch was loose
Even the saddle bag would fly.

Trot and trot evenly
By the hill or the low ground,
Sometimes you have to make a stop
To accommodate yourself to the horse.
I'll return to the homestead whistling
Some day I'll go back
To gather my troop and
Sink into the mountain range.

I had a white human colt
From the side of tying the lasso.
And from the side of climbing,
White leg and glass.
The crossbred horse says well
Rather dead than tired.

Trot and trot evenly,
Trot and trot yielding.
No road is long,
When the heart is strong.

Trot and trot evenly,
Trot and trot yielding.

The little grey mare
Who always went forward
Meek and restless,
Special for the apartes.
You had to see her little body
Toiling in those arts.

Trot and trot evenly,
And off she goes
No need to be nervous
To understand the game well.

I'll return to the homestead whistling
Some day I'll go back
To gather my troop
And sink into the mountain range.