Paroles et traduction Pedro Guerra - El Durmiente del Valle

El Durmiente del Valle

Mediodía, silencio
Tranquilo el horizonte
Por los claros del bosque
Sigue despacio el río
Y la plata del agua
Se desnuda sin frío
Bajo un sol orgulloso
Que ha bajado del monte

Mirad ese soldado
Y el sueño que lo ampara
Tiene la boca abierta
La cabellera al viento
Sobre la hierba verde
Descansa un sentimiento
De luz como una lágrima
Que rueda por su cara

Los pies
En los gladiolos
Parece sonreír
Parece un niño enfermo
Que teme el porvenir
Y pide que la noche
Le ofrezca su cuidado

El perfume que siente
Es de flores inciertas
Mirad su mundo inmóvil
Sus dos manos abiertas
Y dos heridas rojas
De bala en el costado

Los pies
En los gladiolos
Parece sonreír
Parece un niño enfermo
Que teme el porvenir
Y pide que la noche
Le ofrezca su cuidado

El perfume que siente
Es de flores inciertas
Mirad su mundo inmóvil
Sus dos manos abiertas
Y dos heridas rojas
De bala en el costado

The Sleeper in the Valley

Noon, silence
The horizon is calm
Along the clearings of the forest
The river flows slowly
And the silver of the water
Is naked without cold
Under a proud sun
That has come down from the mountain

Look at that soldier
And the dream that protects him
His mouth is open
His hair is blowing in the wind
On the green grass
A feeling rests
Of light like a tear
That rolls down his face

The feet
In the gladioli
He seems to be smiling
He looks like a sick child
Who fears the future
And asks that the night
Offer him her care

The perfume that he smells
Is of uncertain flowers
Behold his motionless world
His two hands open
And two red wounds
Of bullets in the side

The feet
In the gladioli
He seems to be smiling
He looks like a sick child
Who fears the future
And asks that the night
Offer him her care

The perfume that he smells
Is of uncertain flowers
Behold his motionless world
His two hands open
And two red wounds
Of bullets in the side