Paroles et traduction Orlando Vera Cruz - El Río No Es Solo Eso

El Río No Es Solo Eso

Cel río no es solo eso de % {artista} – portada
El río no es solo eso
Orlando vera cruz
Omo le va don argüello
Aqui me tiene, paisano
Muchos creen que me divierto
Cuando ven que ando pescando

Comentan lindo ranchito
Uste debe ser feliz
Una cosa es ver de lejos
Y la otra es vivir alli.

Por que no preguntan
Qué me trajo aqui,
Porque ando en el agua
Como el surubi
Porque me quitaron
La tierra y despues
Crecieron los campos
De un mister ingles.

Mis gurises sin escuela,
Mi mujer por alumbrar, si este invierno viene crudo,
Le convido pa' temblar.

Y pa' pior en mi canoa
Entra el agua por demas salga deai', no me la cuente, ni hable de calafatear.

Uste que ha venido a fotografiar
No haga de mi suerte sólo una postal
Y ya que es amigo del que mandamas
Dígale que biche pal' lao del juncal.

Turista que andas al rio
Tal vez sin mirarle el alma
Si queres probarme el pulso
Tantíale la correntada.

Poeta que vas templando
Tu guitarra enamorada
Zambulle en lo mas profundo
Donde está la raiz del alma.

Disculpe, paisano
Tengo que pescar
Véngase otro dia
Vamos a matear
Y hable con su amigo
El dr. fiscal
Ansina no mechan tambien del juncal

Qué carajo!!!!!

The River Is Not Only That

The river is not only that by {artist} - cover
The river is not only that
Orlando vera cruz
How are you doing, Mr. Argüello?
I'm here, countryman
Many people think I'm enjoying myself
When they see me fishing

They comment, "Nice little ranch
"You must be happy"
It's one thing to view from afar
And another to live there.

Why don't they ask
What brought me here,
Why I'm in the water
Like the surubi
Why they took away
My land and then
English gentlemen's fields
Grew.

My kids without school,
My wife giving birth, if this winter comes harsh,
I invite you to shiver.

And to make matters worse, water gets
In my canoe, more than it should; get out of here, don't tell me about it, or talk about caulking.

You who have come to photograph the river
Don't just make a picture postcard of my fate
And since you're a friend of those in charge
Tell them to scram towards the reeds.

Tourist who walks on the river
Perhaps without seeing its soul
If you want to test my strength
Touch the current.

Poet who tune
Your guitar in love
Dive into the deepest
Where the root of the soul is.

Excuse me, countryman
I have to fish
Come back another day
We'll drink mate tea
And talk to your friend
The Attorney
That way they won't bother us by the reeds, either

What the hell!!!!!