Ojala - Soledad Bravo traduction en anglais

Ojala

Si no creyera en la locura
De la garganta del sinsonte
Si no creyera que en el monte
Se esconde el trino y la pavura.
Si no creyera en la balanza
En la razón del equilibrio
Si no creyera en el delirio
Si no creyera en la esperanza.
Si no creyera en lo que agencio
Si no creyera en mi camino
Si no creyera en mi sonido
Si no creyera en mi silencio.

Que cosa fuera
Que cosa fuera la maza sin cantera
Un amasijo hecho de cuerdas y tendones
Un revoltijo de carne con madera
Un instrumento sin mejores resplandores
Que lucecitas montadas para escena
Que cosa fuera -corazon- que cosa fuera
Que cosa fuera la maza sin cantera
Un testaferro del traidor de los aplausos
Un servidor de pasado en copa nueva
Un eternizador de dioses del ocaso
Jubilo hervido con trapo y lentejuela
Que cosa fuera -corazon- que cosa fuera
Que cosa fuera la maza sin cantera
Que cosa fuera -corazon- que cosa fuera
Que cosa fuera la maza sin cantera.
Si no creyera en lo mas duro
Si no creyera en el deseo
Si no creyera en lo que creo
Si no ceyera en algo puro.
Si no creyera en cada herida
Si no creyera en la que ronde
Si no creyera en lo que esconde
Hacerse hermano de la vida.
Si no creyera en quien me escucha
Si no creeyera en lo que duele
Si no creyera en lo que queda
Si no creyera en lo que lucha.
Que cosa fuera...

Ojala

If I did not believe in the madness
Of the mockingbird's throat
If I did not believe that in the mountain
The trill and the fear are hidden.
If I did not believe in the balance
In the reason of equilibrium
If I did not believe in delirium
If I did not believe in hope.
If I did not believe in what I do
If I did not believe in my path
If I did not believe in my sound
If I did not believe in my silence.

What a thing it would be
What a thing it would be, the hammer without the quarry
A jumble of strings and tendons
A jumble of flesh and wood
An instrument without better radiance
Than little lights assembled for the scene
What a thing it would be -my love- what a thing it would be
What a thing it would be, the hammer without the quarry
A straw man for the traitor of applause
A servant of the past in a new cup
An immortalizer of sunset gods
Jubilation boiled with cloth and sequins
What a thing it would be -my love- what a thing it would be
What a thing it would be, the hammer without the quarry
What a thing it would be -my love- what a thing it would be
What a thing it would be, the hammer without the quarry.
If I did not believe in the hardest
If I did not believe in desire
If I did not believe in what I believe
If I did not believe in something pure.
If I did not believe in each wound
If I did not believe in the one who haunts me
If I did not believe in what is hidden
To become a brother of life.
If I did not believe in who listens to me
If I did not believe in what hurts
If I did not believe in what remains
If I did not believe in what struggles.
What a thing it would be...