Paroles et traduction Silvio Rodríguez - La tercera historia

La tercera historia

En el borde del camino hay una silla
La rapíña merodea aquel lugar
La casaca del amigo esta tendida
El amigo no se sienta a descansar
Sus zapatos desgastados son espejos
Que le queman la garganta con el sol
Y a través de su cansancio pasa un riego
Que le seca con la sombra el sudor
En la punta del Amor viaja el Amigo
En la punta más aguda que hay que ver
Esa punta que lo mismo caba entierra
Que en las ruinas que en un rastro de mujer
Es por eso que es, soldado y es amante
Es por eso que es, madera y es metal
Es por eso que lo mismo siembra rosas
Que razones de banderas y arsenal
El que tenga una Canción tendrá tormenta
El que tenga Compañia soledad
El que siga buen camino tendrá Sillas
Peligrosas que lo inviten a parar
Pero vale la Canción buena tormenta
Y la Compañia vale Soledad
Siempre vale la Agonia de la prisa
Aunque se llene de Sillas la verdad.

The Third Story

There's a chair on the edge of the road
Where the plundering hunts
The friend's jacket is lying there
The friend is not sitting down to rest
His worn shoes are mirrors
That burn his throat with the sun
And through his weariness there passes a stream
That dries the sweat with his shadow
On the edge of Love the Friend travels
At the most acute point that one can see
The point that bores just as it buries
In ruins, as in a trail of women
That is why he is a lover and a soldier
That is why he is wood and metal
That is why he plants roses
As well as the reasons for flags and arsenals
He who has a Song will have a storm
He who has a companion will have loneliness
He who follows a good path will have Chairs
Dangerous ones that invite him to stop
But the good Song is worth the storm
And the companion is worth the loneliness
The agony of haste is always worth it
Even if truth is filled with Chairs.