Paroles et traduction Los Visconti - Abuelo Gringo

Abuelo Gringo

Salió de su vieja aldea
Una tarde de un verano
Y se embarcó con sus sueños
Rumbo a este puerto lejano
Era pobre su equipaje
Una pipa allí en su boca, un acordeón desteñido y una mudita de ropa.
Se hicieron duras sus manos apretando aquel arado.
Abriendo surcos y surcos bajo ese sol despiadado.
Y fue creciendo ese campo dando azar hasta el ocaso.
Y florecieron las viñas con su bendito trabajo.
Abuelo "Gringo" te admiro
Abuelo "Gringo" te quiero
Porque con tu sacrificio
Enriqueciste mi suelo.
Apenas nacía el alba ya salía de la chacra.
Palo y rastrillo en el hombro entre arrullo de torcazas.
Hoy, hoy en sus ojos celestes hay un dejo de nostalgias.
Quizás añore su aldea, pero él, él adora mi Patria.
Ya su cuerpo se ha encorvado
Y sus manos no trabajan
Y fuma y fuma si pipa
En su sillita de paja.
Abuelo, abuelo "Gringo", mi abuelo.
¿Cómo no he de cantarte?
Si has dado tanto a mi tierra
Desde el día en que llegaste.

Grandfather Gringo

He left his old village
On an afternoon in the summer
And embarked with his dreams
Heading to this distant port
His luggage was poor
A pipe in his mouth, a faded accordion, and a simple change of clothes.
His hands became hard from gripping that plow.
Opening furrows and furrows under that relentless sun.
And that field grew, yielding fortune until sunset.
And the vineyards blossomed with his blessed work.
Grandfather "Gringo", I admire you
Grandfather "Gringo", I love you
Because with your sacrifice
You enriched my land.
As dawn broke, he would already leave the farm.
Hoe and rake on his shoulder, amidst the cooing of doves.
Today, today in his blue eyes, there is a hint of nostalgia.
Perhaps he misses his village, but he adores my homeland.
His body is now stooped
And his hands no longer work
And he smokes and smokes his pipe
In his wicker chair.
Grandfather, grandfather "Gringo", my grandfather.
How could I not sing to you?
If you have given so much to my land
Since the day you arrived.